| Noble limpid sea
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| Your coral beaches are in my mind.
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| It’s no easy to be a men
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| if freedom isn’t on your side.
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| My heands are bleeding
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| my feet aren’t able to walk.
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| An immaculate feeling
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| is the fate of this world.
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| I dwell in an empty room
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| with minds that will freeze out the cold.
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| Loneliness is my only shelter,
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| and it’s breathing living dead men.
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| I’m speaking withe the darkness now,
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| the eternal night will reign today…
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| The hurricanes are my light,
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| may the winds charge with rage…
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| Oh, row! |
| The horizon is our dawn,
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| Neptune, please, take me down!
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| May the sea devastate this boat,
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| 'cos my life is my own…
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| Gray fog, make me sleep.
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| My chains’re oppressing me.
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| Both hands are holding the oars.
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| I’m crying out to see you again.
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| Cruel ego, listen me: -The old galley crowned,
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| the most bitter of the walls, take me out of this prision.
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| Sweet sigh, my angel, my queen…
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| so much wounding hypocresy!
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| Please wait for me on the beach
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| that I built for you in my dreams…
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| I’m speaking with the darkness now,
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| but the romane will stay for us…
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| The hurricanes are my light,
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| may the winds charge with rage…
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| Oh, row! |
| The horizon is our dawn,
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| Neptune, please, take me down!
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| May the sea devastate this boat,
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| 'cos my life is my own… |