In all kinds of weather -
A job, and we’ll do it.
We’re out on our vessel,
And not just for two days.

And on land there are daisies and clover,
And on land there are flooded spring fields,
But the birds have to fly to the Northland,
When they had enough of the heat.

We don’t go into harbors -
A job, and we’ll do it.
You would not see Gibraltar,
You would not pass by Tunis.

Stormy waters are rocking our seiner;
Without land it is sometimes quite grim,
But the birds have to fly to the Northland,
When they had enough of the heat.

For home you’re longing -
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
So why are you trawling?
And not just for two days?

Since on land there are daisies and clover,
Since on land there are flooded spring fields.
But the birds have to fly to the Northland,
When they had enough of the heat.