Mechanicy Szanty - Stara Maui

Toilsome, hard and difficult
Our whaling toil is,
But will scare us not the storms roar
nor the terror of storms.
Today, we're sailing back,
The last days of our cruise
And everyone in their heart probably have
Lovely ladies of the Old Maui.

Ref: Saling down to the Old Maui, now's the time
Saling down to the old Maui.
Arctic' gleam, time to say goodbye
Sailing down to the Old Maui

With the northern storm we sail now
Among the dangerous, freezing icebergs.
And we all know that time has come
To see the sky of tropical clouds.
Ten long months passed away
Among the doggone, Kamchatka fog.
Farewell, the Arctic gleam,
Here we go to the old Maui.

Behind us the Diamond Head already is,
and so the, angry, old Oahu.
The masts and deck were cuffed for so long
by the omnipresent, pernicious ice.
How disgusting and terrible is
Whiteness of Arctic, that no one knows.
Left behind us, are hundreds of miles,
Time to take a course to the Old Maui.

To put down harpoons it's time
Quite enough of whale blood.
Barrels full of fish oil you have,
Liquid gold will sell in a trice.
For this dog's life, for the effort and toil,
Once, in heaven, you will get a golden throne.
Oh, thank you God that everyone could
Return to their homeland.

Anchor already firmly holds the floor,
Finally, you will see the beloved home.
Before us the port's heads
Church's bell is being heard.
On land one hundred pleasences awaits
Soon you'll see your little ones,
take a stroll with your wilfe
I forget of all the bad times.