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