I would sell you
I would sell you
If I could do it
I would barter you with another woman

And instead I, father, brother
Deep friend I will be

Wrong fears
Already given comedies I will relive
Ah, over the seas of Africa
Ah, my Atlantic sail
The same one you have in mind
Stupid

I would sell you
I would sell you

And no more problems
Without solutions I would create for myself

And instead I stay on the pier
Looking at the background of the sea further away
And I entrust to the seagulls
The distant countries
And the scent of a life that will not be
Ah, the Pacific Ocean
Ah, my candid sail
The same one you have in mind
Stupid

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