Bon Dia

When on the sand there are only footprints of rats and sailors, that's when a blue sea is my blue sea. When three rocks make a harbor, and each grain of sand looks like a piece of gold, that's when a beach is my beach. Good morning, good morning everyone. Good morning, good morning. Good morning, east wind that comes from where the sun rises and dies in my sail. Good morning, good morning. If it blows towards where the fish hide, that's when the east wind is my wind. If it's light like a dove and at the bow painted in red there's your name, that's when a boat is my boat. When the waves are jesters and the sun half a pomegranate growing in the sea, that's when I want to be a sailor.