You arrive from Ulapa, where you can't see the shores
still a fat bottom, even the northeast wind blows
a man in his boat, and Aatos rowing the waves
proudly, the paddles creaking
If you drop the oar
it won't stay on the surface to float
beneath the waves
ice oar is iron
The flag flies to life, the cook knocks
full of prey, are the nets of others
the headwind rises, which tilts the boat
lies under the abyss , drink brown
If you drop the oar
will not float on the surface
below the waves
the oar remains iron
The morning dawn, the sun harnesses
the boat sails quietly, but without creaks
under the stern, the empty bottle has
arrived at the shore, near the reeds
If you drop the oar
no one will float to the surface
under the waves
the oar remains iron
Under the waves
ice oar iron
Under the waves
ice oar iron

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