Santiano

It's a famous three-masted ship as slender as a bird
Hoist high! Santiano!
Eighteen knots, four hundred tons
I am proud to be a sailor there

Hold the wave and hold the wind
Hoist high! Santiano!
If God wills, always straight ahead
We will go all the way to San Francisco

I leave for long months leaving Margot
Hoist high! Santiano!
Thinking about it made my heart heavy
As we passed the lights of Saint-Malo

Hold the wave and hold the wind
Hoist high! Santiano!
If God wills, always straight ahead
We will go all the way to San Francisco

They say that there money flows abundantly
Hoist high! Santiano!
Gold is found at the bottom of streams
I will bring back several ingots

Hold the wave and hold the wind
Hoist high! Santiano!
If God wills, always straight ahead
We will go all the way to San Francisco

One day, I will return loaded with gifts
Hoist high! Santiano!
To the homeland, I will go see Margot
On her finger, I will place the ring

Hold the course and hold the tide
Hoist high! Santiano!
On the sea that swells
We will go all the way to San Francisco