White sails, white sails, mast running high
run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry
Here they come I can see most everyone
In the early morning sun
I can hear the sing from men.

See how they come trough the wind and the ocean waves.
See how they stand so mighty.
One hundred days since they went for beyond the sea
Leaving us in empty anxiety
How many tears did we cried waiting for this day
In our dark imagination
How many hopes of return do they now fulfilled
In this happy celebration.
White sails, white sails, mast running high,
run and knock in every door, tell the women not to cry

White sails, white sails, mast running high,
run and knock in every door, tell the women not to cry
Here they come I can see most everyone,
In the early morning sun
I can hear the sing from men.

In every churchs bell of echo in every home
Spread the good news around you.
Tell everyone that the men have at last return
And that every wish has come true.
How many days did we pray for each one of them
In our only expectation
How many hopes of return do they now fulfilled
In this happy celebration.
White sails, white sails mast running high,
run and knock in every door, 
tell the women not to cry

Here they come, I can see most everyone,
In the early morning sun, 
I can hear the sing from men