歌词翻译 (English)
Song of the Fisherman
Clouds float in the sky over the sea
The fish are hiding in the water
The fishing nets dry in the morning sun
Wind blows over the sea
The tide rises, the waves surge
The fishing boats drift east and west
Cast the net, pull the rope tight
Work hard in the smoke until the fish come
Catching fish is hard, taxes are heavy
Fishermen are poor for generations
The broken net that grandpa left
We carefully rely on it for another winter
Twilight in the east now
The stars are hidden in the sky
In the morning the fishing boat returns
The wind blows head on, sending the tide
The sky is already light, my strength is already gone
Looking heavily at the fishing village road
My back already aches, my hands are swollen
The caught fish's stomach is empty
The fish I caught don't fill the basket
The eastern sun is red again
The broken boat that grandpa left
We carefully rely on it for another winter