Fisherman's friend

For days and weeks we sail the seas.
Much time, no fish, no wind, no breeze.
The sun it burns, the water stinks.
What we, my comrades, need is a drink.

But what I see it cannot be:
An empty bottle laughs at me!

Refrain:
What's a seaman without rum?
A fisherman whose hands are numb!
I need it like my daily bread.
Without I'm nothing, almost dead.

As if it's not enough, my thurst,
My situation's getting worse:
Back in town my tavern's closed.
Feel shipwrecked now, stranded on dry coast.

My life stinks. I can't go on.
The only thing to do is sing this song.

Refrain:
What's a seaman without rum?
A fisherman whose hands are numb!
I need it like my daily bread.
Without I'm nothing, almost dead.

The moon comes up, the twinkling stars,
They laugh at me like an empty glass.
Can't go on, all hell breaks loose.
Frustrated homewalk! Need a booze!

As I lay down in my bed,
Can't trust my eyes. I'm more than glad.
I'm happy, excited, even stunned:
Deep in my pillow I find my rum!

Refrain:
What's a seaman without rum?
A fisherman whose hands are numb!
I need it like my daily bread.
Without I'm nothing, almost dead.

What's a seaman without rum?
A fisherman whose hands are numb!
I need it like my daily bread.
Without I'm nothing, almost dead.

What's a seaman without rum?
A fisherman whose hands are numb!
I need it like my bread, indeed.
It's always there when I'm in need!