Mareoceano
Fiamma Fumana Lyrics


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I will travel the Ocean Sea
Riding the currents
On the roads of salt water
Where you meet sailors and traders
I am tired of firmland
I want to stand on a deck
I will travel the Ocean Sea
Plucking the petals off the Windrose

Cold wind from the Ocean Sea
On the lousy harbour taverns
On the cranes and the warehouses
And on the street vendors
On the Indian and Chinese cooks
On the masters and the dealers




Cold wind from the Ocean Sea
May it clean hearts and minds

Overall Meaning

The song "Mareoceano" by Fiamma Fumana is a hymn to the sea and the freedom it represents. The lyrics speak of the desire to leave the land behind and embark on a journey across the ocean, guided only by the currents and the wind. The singer is tired of life on the land and longs for the adventure and excitement of the open sea. To this end, they will "pluck the petals off the Windrose," meaning they will navigate by following the direction of the wind rather than relying on maps or charts.


The second verse of the song describes the cold wind that blows from the ocean onto the shores where sailors and traders gather in taverns and warehouses. The wind is seen as a cleansing force that can sweep away the corruption and dishonesty that can be found in these places. The hope is that the wind will purify hearts and minds so that people can experience the true freedom and beauty of the ocean.


Overall, "Mareoceano" is a song that celebrates the sea and the sense of liberation and possibility that it offers. It speaks to the human desire for adventure and exploration, and the need to break free from the constraints of everyday life and embrace the unknown.


Line by Line Meaning

I will travel the Ocean Sea
I intend to journey across the great ocean


Riding the currents
By utilizing the natural movements of the water


On the roads of salt water
Along the paths made by the salty sea


Where you meet sailors and traders
The place where one encounters those who make their living on the sea


I am tired of firmland
I've grown weary of living on land


I want to stand on a deck
I desire to be on the open deck of a ship


Plucking the petals off the Windrose
As I navigate, I'll follow the direction of the wind and compass


Cold wind from the Ocean Sea
The chilly breeze that comes from the vast sea


On the lousy harbour taverns
The poor quality drinking establishments found at ports


On the cranes and the warehouses
On the equipment and storage buildings used to transport goods


And on the street vendors
Also found among the vendors selling their wares on the sidewalks


On the Indian and Chinese cooks
The culinary experts hailing from India and China


On the masters and the dealers
The experienced captains and traders


May it clean hearts and minds
May this breeze purify the attitudes and thoughts of those it touches




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