The fishing fire is shining on the waves
Dancing with the waves
Do you know, baby
The huge waves rose above the mast
The south wind blows the wooden boat gently
Who will take charge of the wooden scull
Do you know, baby
Looking at fortune in the wind
Baby babbling
Have you ever been in a storm
What a family
The boundless blue sea is my parents
The vast blue sea is my parents
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