On the boarding gangways
Popular or first, behind or in front
We take the trunks up, from the platforms onto the deck
We load into the holds of steel, swearing
All that's missing is a sign, a word from the captain
From the cabins to the kitchens
On the same boat
A finger of champagne , a toast at departure
In the holds, the penal colony and the hours of watch
Social evenings, waltzes or tangos
In the shadows, in the trouble, a bad gut
Waiting for the stopover, Athens or Macao
Under the same stars
On the same boat
At the fire of the machines, sailor suffers
Near the swimming pool, the beautiful and the beautiful
Engine rooms, jewel lounges
Here sweat, the greatest luxury at the top
But a storm comes, a surging wave
All souls worry
On the same boat
When the stars get involved on the immense ocean
When everything becomes so frail in the face of the elements
No more rank, no more class, no more penal colony or beau
Everyone the same anguish
On the same boat

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