In every sort of weather - Once necessary, itís necessary - We go to sea Not for one day, not for two. And on the land there is camomile and clover, And the land is flooded, - But the birds fly to the north, If it is too warm for them We donít enter the harbour - Once necessary, itís necessary, - You wonít see the Bosporus, You wonít see Canada. Our seiner slices the rough sea, And at times itís hard without earth, - But the birds fly to the north, If it is too warm for them. You miss your home - You need not, you need not, - Why do you swim away Not for one day, not for two! However on the land there is camomile and clover, However the land is flooded, - But the birds fly to the north, If it is too warm for them.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018