Marked by storm and sea,
The skin furrowed and brown,
The eyes blue like cold steel,
Looking longingly homeward.
Ten days and ten nights ,
Defied the lake,
And then made the big catch,
Despite dangers that threatened him.
He returns home with the tide,
He returns home with the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide!
The women stand nervously on the quay,
And judge your hair.
The guys are standing in groups,
Drinking beers at the bar.
Everyone is waiting for the moment,
Until the night falls,
Until there on the distant horizon,
The sails come into view.
He returns home with the tide,
He returns home with the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide!
He always has stories to tell,
About strange things,
About adventure and danger,
About mermaids that sing .
Of monsters from the sea,
Who get caught in the net,
Of strange lights,
Of boats and pirates.
He returns home with the tide,
/>He returns home with the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide!
He spins the sailor's yarn into the finest cloth,
Which warms in winter,
When boredom sets in.
Which, when the storms rage and the sea is high,
Helps people to endure the long darkness.
He returns home with the flood,
He returns home with the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood!
You hà ¤nges on his lips,
Everyone is silent,
When he reports about the travels,
Not much else happens.
He talks about distant countries,
/>That he himself has never seen,
Tells them about events that never happened...
He returns home with the flood,
He returns home with the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide,
With the tide!
He spins the sailor's yarn into the finest cloth,
Which warms in the winter time,
When boredom sets in.
Which, when the storms rage and the sea is high,
He helps people to endure the long darkness.
He returns home with the flood,
He returns home with the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood!
He returns home with the Flood,
He returns home with the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood,
With the flood!