The bow is rocking endless
and I feel so defenceless
but I can't wait until we
reach dry land
In the salty air I will feel
your caress
Through the stormy night I
will whisper
I love you my dear
The crew is full of hard drink
I hope to God we don't sink
and I can't wait until we
reach dry land
In the salty air I will feel
your caress
Through the stormy night I
will whisper
I love you my dear
I pray the hours rush by
I pray the minutes will fly
and I can't wait until we
reach dry land
I can't wait until we reach
dry land
Marco Giunco |
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