Tatōu Te Horomoana
Moana (Trilha Sonora)
Our Ocean
We are the traveling people
Chosen by the god of the deep sea
Come forth, the storm is brewing
Preparation
Sailing canoe
Oh, oh, heading forward
The birds chirp
Oh, oh, the peaceful land
The village was left behind
Eyes to the sun, the sky, and the sea, honoring ancestors
Harvest from the deep sea, eyes to the sun
Stars of the sky, your guidance is steadfast
Your guidance is steadfast, steadfast
Alas, alas, hold on to the sail
Land after land, we explore
Alas, alas, the sky's stars guide us
The journey of the sail continues
Alas, alas
Ocean waves beckon
Ancestral journey of exploration
Oh, oh, the peaceful land
The village was left behind, guide us
