A day passes,
and another...
and the third day...
We gathered all here today,
from the straightest to the
hunchbakcs, all of us
Waiting for the signal
The signal...
...comes at last.

In this great day,
One third into the year,
when the moon and the sun
meet at half day,
we, swimmers, stand up
and start to walk.
Our kind is forever shared between
the ocean which feeds us
and on the other side
beyond the great plain
the ice covered ocean,
...a meeting.
We've got a rendez vous.
Now standing up
we walk, like nomads,
we walk one day,
two days
ten days, twenty days.