Ma Come Fanno I Marinai

But where do the sailors go with their white jackets?
Always looking for a fight or a bazaar
But where do the sailors go with their tired faces?
Always looking for a little girl to kiss

But what do sailors do when they arrive in port?
They go to get love inside the bar
Someone is alive luckily someone is dead
There is a widow to go and visit

But how do sailors recognize the stars that are always the same?
Always those at the Equator and the North Pole
But how do sailors kiss each other?
And to remain true men though
Around the world without love like a postal package
Without anyone asking him how he's doing
With a heart following a woman a woman without a heart
Who knows, if they still think about it, who knows

But where do the imprudent rascal sailors go?
With life in your pants and fate in your teeth
Under the whore moon and the smiling sky
How do sailors cope with this boredom that kills them?
Fall asleep on a bridge at the bottom with a heavy heart
They dream of a return, they dispose of a liquor
Tired of life full of mosquitoes
What does he care about being in the middle of the sea?
To a sea that as time passes, no longer tastes of anything
On this inconclusive route from Genoa to New York
But how do sailors do without people?
And to remain real men though

Around the world without love like a postal package
Without anyone asking him how he's doing
With a heart following a woman a woman without a heart
Who knows, if they still think about it, who knows