Having gotten the promise from Land to abide
Our coming, no matter what time is to pass,
We’ll set out again on high tide,
Like a mom rocks a child by her side,
Mother Sea will start teetering us.

Waves will toil in their stubborn industrious style,
Flogging our starboard and port. And at once
Very patiently engines will start to compile
Of the volatile seconds long months.

Velvet water is stretched, so soothed, so smoothed,
And for hundreds of miles desert ocean spreads...
After pitching and rolling it’s hard to get used
To the comfort of home and cozy beds.

No vacation at sea - deep in labor we sink,
Restless days, sleepless nights, troubled weeks we begin.
Of the sweethearts we rarely think -
Love retreats when you are on the brink...
Hope, darlings forgive us this sin!

No, it’s wrong! Each one whispers the dearest name,
Seamen hate to reveal their love, as a rule.
Here we chase neither fortune, nor women, nor fame -
We are after a big herring school!

Velvet water is stretched, so soothed, so smoothed,
No walls for a trawler wherever she heads...
Coming back sailors find it too hard to get used
To the comfort of home and cozy beds.

We are making big bucks - that is what people say.
Yet no penny for nothing a sailor will get!
It’s in search of the sea that we sail
And in search of a singular day,
Which we’ll later on never forget!

When we come from a foreign, unusual spring
And we near the Motherland’s wonderful shores,
Then all gates will the country wide open swing
To embrace every seaman of hers!

Velvet water is stretched, so soothed, so smoothed,
To the outer world there aren’t any threads...
Coming back sailors find it too hard to get used
To the comfort of home and cozy beds.

We’ll return as we have been engaged to the earth,
(Which is our bride, true and faithful, indeed!),
Though the sea that has given us birth,
Rocks a sailor who sleeps in his berth,
Like a mother who’s rocking her kid!

Gasp! The beacon’s gone nuts, no longer it aids,
But it stares at us, stunned and staggered, instead!
It has seen how the ship’s reared up on her blades,
Having kicked in the diesels like mad!

At the pier we moor, amused and enthused,
Gentle rocking is fun, to our pleasure it adds...
We are used to again and again getting used
To the comfort of home and cozy beds.