Old man
Look at me
The roaring sea
A floating buoy
On wishful tears of joy
You're crying
Old man
Someday
You have to sail
With flapping sail
So far
On bent knees
So long
The salty breeze
Will greet you< br/>Alone the men sit over a glass
And drink the tears of their brothers.
Alone the men sit over a glass
And drink the blood of their enemies.
The men sit alone over a glass
And look at the green palms
See the bottom.
The men sit alone over a glass
And ask, for what?
ÃÈs because the men are sitting over a glass.

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