11.09.2020
The Boat With Lateen Sails
Known as having lateen* sailsAnd for your beautiful colours
You join Malta and Gozo
And the two of them become one land
Crossing over and over again, cutting through
The huge, frothy waves
It is not unusual
That you are caught in a rough and cruel sea
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
On a deep blue sea
I see you every day sailing out of
Our Grand Harbour
Cutting straight through the frothy waves
On your way to Mgar, the Gozitan port
You do your duty every morning
Transporting and unloading your goods there
You are the joy of our islands
As you cross the strait
Where the enemy's wish
Was to sink you whenever they saw you
That was in time of war
When you carried out your work
You used to be bombarded
You were the enemy's victim
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
On a deep blue sea
I see you every day sailing out of
Our Grand Harbour
Cutting straight through the frothy waves
On your way to Mgar, the Gozitan port
You do your duty every morning
Transporting and unloading your goods there
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
On a deep blue sea
I see you every day sailing out of
Our Grand Harbour
Cutting straight through the frothy waves
On your way to Mgar, the Gozitan port
You do your duty every morning
Transporting and unloading your goods there
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
Ride, our boat, ride the waves
Ride, our boat, ride the waves