Already the afternoon is put, on the forgotten boat
that in the belly keeps a story, a spellbound siren.
The forgotten boat, I used to kiss the water
with sinking his dry body; between the white waves.
And let the stars go out,
and that the fish disguise themselves as a reflection
so as not to disturb.
I sit next to her and I hear her complain,
and being the fisherman:
Let me plow once more, by low guide;
let me die among the waves, adrift;
let my wooden body break with the waves under the sun;
leave me, let me die ....... adrift ..
Let me plow once more, by low guide;
let me die among the waves, adrift;
let my wooden body break with the waves under the sun;
leave me, let me die .. (olee) ..... adrift ..
Let me plow once more, by low guide;
let me die among the waves, adrift;
let my wooden body break with the waves under the sun;
leave me, let me die .. (olee) ..... adrift ..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)