At the bottom of the estuary
In the port area
Where nothing lasts
A dock without light
Towards the containers
Girls with pure hearts cry
They despair
For lone wolves
That nothing can hold back
Is it because of a fear of them
That they are unfaithful
And always want to leave?

Oh, little ones
The words of love that you tell us
Fall into the grey water
That diesel oil makes iridescent
Oh, sweet face
I look at you and I'm scared
Go on, look elsewhere
I'm nose deep in the engine
Of the Carib Islander

Under the cranes in the dark
The story still lingers
Of John, Sally, and John
But in the port area
Everything is ephemeral
And John, of course, leaves
Neither hearts, nor chains

Nothing holds back
The crates and the teak wood
These raw materials
Head back to the high seas
And love goes with them

That's why, ooh, little ones
The words of love that you tell us
Fall into the grey water
That diesel oil makes iridescent
Oh, sweet face
I look at you and I'm scared
Go on, look elsewhere
I'm nose deep in the engine
Of the Carib Islander

The day runs on diesel
The evening, in the cruel blue of bars

And always
The girls will suffer from love
From the so light
So light hearts of men
Ah, sweet face
To navigate on your soft skin
I'll be at five o'clock
On the upper deck
Of the Carib Islander

Five o'clock

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