Ma Come Fanno I Marinai

But where do sailors go with their white jackets
always looking for a fight or a brawl
but where do sailors go with their tired faces
always looking for a girl to kiss.

But what do sailors do when they arrive in port
they go to find love in the bar
some are alive luckily some are dead
there's a widow to go visit.

But how do sailors recognize each other always the same
always those at the Equator and the North Pole
but how do sailors kiss each other
and remain true men though.
Around the world without love like a package in the mail
with no one asking how they are
carrying their heart after a woman a heartless woman
wonder... if they still think about it wonder...

But where do sailors go reckless scoundrels
with life in their pants destiny in between their teeth
under the moon whore and the smiling sky
how do sailors cope with this boredom that kills them
falling asleep on a bridge with a heavy heart
dreaming of a return drinking away their sorrows
weary from a life full of mosquitoes
what do they care about being in the middle of the sea
a sea that the more time passes the less it knows of anything
on this inconclusive route from Genoa to New York
but how do sailors do without people
and remain true men though.
Around the world without love like a package in the mail
with no one asking how they are
carrying their heart after a woman a heartless woman
wonder... if they still think about it wonder...