The Winds of May, that dance on sea,
Dancing a ring-around in the glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In the air...

From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
From silvery arches spanning the air...
Saw you my [bad word] love anywhere?
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay
For the winds of May!

The Winds of May, that dance from the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in the glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In the air...
In the air...
In the air...
In the air...

(с) слова - слегка переделанный James Joyce