Botas Marinheiro

If had been born two hundred years ago,

Well I would have been a sailor, and sailing I would go,

I'd sail around the Capes and across the seven seas and then back home,

If I had been born two hundred years ago,

And I would know the waters, and the waters would know me,

And I would cut across the waves, and be as happy as can be,

I'd be landless, I'd be loveless, I'd be flight and fancy-free,

I would know the waters, and the waters would know me,

And when I think about the place and time where I was born,

Oh I wonder if the hands of faith had slipped and placed me wrong,

'cause there are ships I could have sailed and sailors boots I could have worn,

When I think about the place and time where I was born,

But the ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide,

She's got open arms to hold me, and endless space to hide,

And the only things that hold me back are things I hold inside,

The ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide,

Sailing I should go.

Se tivesse nascido duzentos anos atrás,

Bem, eu teria sido um marinheiro, e vela, eu iria,

Eu navegar em torno da Capes e através dos sete mares e, em seguida, volta para casa,

Se eu tivesse nascido duzentos anos atrás,

E eu gostaria de saber as águas, e as águas que me conhecem,

E eu gostaria de cortar através das ondas, e ser tão feliz quanto pode ser,

Eu ficaria sem-terra, eu estaria sem amor, eu seria vôo e fantasia livre,

Eu gostaria de saber as águas, e as águas que me conhecem,

E quando eu penso sobre o lugar eo tempo onde eu nasci,

Oh, eu pergunto se nas mãos de fé tinha deslizado e colocou-me errado,

Porque há navios que eu poderia ter navegado e marinheiros botas que eu poderia ter usado,

Quando eu penso sobre o lugar eo tempo onde eu nasci,

Mas o mar ainda está lá fora, magnífico e amplo,

Ela tem os braços abertos para me abraçar, e espaço infinito para se esconder,

E as únicas coisas que me seguram são coisas que eu carrego dentro,

O mar ainda está lá fora, magnífico e amplo,

Vela que eu deveria ir.