Hou, hou, hou
Hou, hou, hou

There's this one they call a poet
That one they call a troubadour
There's her whom they would like to please
And who always ignores them
They write her whole pages
It's love in a new way, it's pure love

Hou, hou, hou

But the princess acts proud
And does not come down from her tower
Her lover has whole cages of bad dogs and vultures
So they juggle between the stones
They sing while beating drums

(Since the beauty they love has all the rights)
It's like Fort Alamo
(Singing is of no help)
No help
(By repeating their poems a thousand times)
A thousand times
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
It's like Fort Alamo, but it's Fort Love

Hou, hou, hou
Hou, hou, hou

The only cross that enlightens them
Has a Lady's contours
They would go around the Earth
To the other world and back
Shining like fine stones
Dirty like black ploughs

Hou, hou, hou

They have a certain know-how, they say
That falling in love
Is not like going into business
At the same schedule every day
And that it's even the opposite
But there, they're talking to deaf people

(Since the beauty they love has all the rights)
It's like Fort Alamo
(Singing is of no help)
No help
(By repeating their poems a thousand times)
A thousand times
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
It's like Fort Alamo, but it's Fort Love

Hou, hou, hou
Hou, hou, hou

It's not a question of walls
Nor a feeling of height
It's that everything around them is a battle
Everything is scoundrel and darkness
So they dream while looking at the work
They dream that we think more about it inside

(Since the beauty they love has all the rights)
It's like Fort Alamo
(Singing is of no help)
No help
(By repeating their poems a thousand times)
A thousand times
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
They turn
(Since the beauty they love has all the rights)
It's like Fort Alamo
(Singing is of no help)
No help
(By repeating their poems a thousand times)
A thousand times
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
They turn
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
It's like Fort Alamo
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)
By repeating their poems a thousand times
(They turn) they turn (they turn around)

Hou, hou, hou
Hou, hou, hou

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