Mareoceano

I will travel the Ocean Sea 
Riding the currents 
On the roads of salt water 
Where you meet sailors and traders 
I am tired of firmland 
I want to stand on a deck 
I will travel the Ocean Sea 
Plucking the petals off the Windrose 

Cold wind from the Ocean Sea 
On the lousy harbour taverns 
On the cranes and the warehouses 
And on the street vendors 
On the Indian and Chinese cooks 
On the masters and the dealers 
Cold wind from the Ocean Sea 
May it clean hearts and minds