Açúcar on the port pier
Ã^ in the stowage, é in the stowage
Sometimes I feel dead
The dead soul, the flesh live
They could forget me
àeverything the same, é every day
Disputes in the dockyard
Living on love, heat and fights
Capo ÃÂ © a noble savage
He pushes the burden with his belly
You could recognize it
Someone weaker would succumb
But I can bear the load of the steam
I'm hardened, I'm a docker
The whores of the port leave
In the convulsion of hot days
Let them come back, let them have their fill
With my burning little heart
They could remember me
Someone sincere would remember
But I hold the steam load
I'm hardened, I'm a stevedore

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN