Ships will stay for a while - then set off once more.
But then they will come back through bad weather and storms.
Barely six months will pass by - I’ll be back ashore,
Just to sail as before - half a year more.

Everyone comes back - except your best friend.
Everyone but the girl you loved most in the end.
Everyone will come back, but those on whom we depend;
No, it’s not fate, friend - I will not pretend!

But I’d like to believe that’s not how things will be.
No longer will we burn ships like before.
I’ll come back with my friends, and I’ll work hard, you’ll see,
I will sing on the shore in barely half a year more.