Come in my boat a storm is rising / and the night is coming Where do you want to go quite alone / you are drifting away Who will hold your hand when it
(Raimundos, Martin Luthero) Vou contar uma história para o povo brasileiro e também pros companheiros que vivem em auto mar O marujo sai
You ain't gonna get me honey no way Tearing down the highway in the pouring rain Escaping from my wedding day I heard the bells ringing in the local church
'm sailing my ship across your sea, the stars are guiding me. i'm going where no-one else can be, across your shinning sea. i am,that is i was all i can
Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf / und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin so ganz allein / treibst du davon Wer halt deine Hand wenn es dich / nach unten
[ft. Nina Hagenn] Komm in mein Boot Ein Sturm kommt auf und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin? So ganz allein treibst du davon Wer halt deine Hand Wenn
In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor I think dirt A suicide jump to run a self check Oh my girl
La playa es un pedazo de tu piel Jugando con las olas Mis ojos van volando sobre el mar Detras de las gaviotas Tu aroma es el aroma que desprende el mar
Seduto qui io guardo il mare sono quasi gia le sei la nave e la in fondo al blu
Capitaine, Dis moi la route, Et le vent qui mene au bonheur L'esperance Remplit mes soutes Mais le doute Remplit mon coeur Matelot tout nous resiste
Come ti chiami, quanti anni hai, diciotto ? Tu come vivi, dimmi come fai, perche di colpo il tuo volto ha preso fuoco il tuo pudore durera ben poco
(Noel Coward) Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon, True to the breed that that bore him, Answered the call that held in thrall His father's heart before
sailor mi mancherai sailor vela che vai ti aspettero la notte sa arriverai ripartiro sailor abbi pieta sailor toccami e va dolce verrai il sole e la nevica
C'est r'parti pour trois mois de galere en bateau, j'me presente : je suis mois, un sacre matelot. Fils d'ivrogne militaire moi j'ai dit non aux armes
This is where I say I've had enough and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and I don't
Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor
Police sirens break the air They're on their way Riots break out on the streets Someone's got to pay Why has it got to this Why can't they realise Someone
Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon True to the breed that bore him, Answered the call That held in thrall His father's heart before him. Jean Louis Dominic