Mareoceano

I will travel the Ocean Sea
Riding the currents
On the roads of salt water
Where you meet sailors and traders
I am tired of firmland
I want to stand on a deck
I will travel the Ocean Sea
Plucking the petals off the Windrose

Cold wind from the Ocean Sea
On the lousy harbour taverns
On the cranes and the warehouses
And on the street vendors
On the Indian and Chinese cooks
On the masters and the dealers
Cold wind from the Ocean Sea
May it clean hearts and minds