MarinhêroBu dia ka temMeio dia ê temSó madrugadaMesmo assim é midjor ki tempo mau
MarinhêroNha pai era marinhêroSi mudjer, viúva di bespaMesmo assim é midjor qui tempo mau
Tempo mau tempo mau,Tempo mau ta trazêDisgostu ki nha aldeia ka pode kuel
Tempo mau tempo mauTempo mau ta trazêLembranças ki nha memória ka pode kuel
Dianti di mar só mudjeres ta gritaOh leba oh, leba oh, leba oh…
SailorYou don’t have all dayOf a half-dayYou only have the dawnBut that’s still better than foul weather
SailorMy father was a sailorHis wife became a widow before her time,But that’s still better than foul weather
Foul weather, foul weatherThat plunges the villageInto unbearable sadness
Foul weather, foul weatherThose recollections are too difficultFor my memory
Faced with the sea, only women crying:“You took them from us!”