In every sort of weather -
Once necessary, it’s necessary -
We go to sea
Not for one day, not for two.

And on the land there is camomile and clover,
And the land is flooded, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them

We don’t enter the harbour -
Once necessary, it’s necessary, -
You won’t see the Bosporus,
You won’t see Canada.

Our seiner slices the rough sea,
And at times it’s hard without earth, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them.

You miss your home -
You need not, you need not, -
Why do you swim away
Not for one day, not for two!

However on the land there is camomile and clover,
However the land is flooded, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them.