The sea as blue as Fingal under the eye
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The sun goes down like a monkey's bottom
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The captain's heart as the last lat
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The yacht sympathizes with the bottom that goes
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A seagull squawks like an innumerable one:
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Enough, enough, people are drowning there
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When I got drunk, I shouted: it will be enough
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Only intoxication can interfere with intoxication
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The seagull screams at the same beast:
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A deputy drowns along with the yacht
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I drink in the views - well, not yet the mayor
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To make it seem like there is a drowning person to be saved
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Well, the sail from the yacht is already home to me
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And the girls' roquets at fourteen
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The only man who scolds the sky
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Crouch at the top of the mast and beat your chest
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He screams like a seagull: I am dear to this country
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Don't save the old lady - time to save me
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I'm spitting drunk: may this one get a coffin
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A feminine face is dearer to me than anything
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Saved the girls fourteen soon
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Or exactly seventy fingers
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I feel a warm moment from a distance -
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Deputy Šmits is floating above the water for the last time
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Fourteen hands are scratching the back of my head
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Seventy fingers tickle
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Oh the bubbly of the green bottle
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Oh, the soft tingles on the bones that run
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The stars over the sea glow like matches |
The bottle is empty and the girls are drooling
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Everyone, however, feels sorry for the statesman
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But the seagull screams alongside: a new one is already being born
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Why did you drown, MP Šmit?
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Why did you flirt with seven?
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Seven mouths say oh shit
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Which one of us has the heart of a savior
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I'm secretly running away from girls
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I was already a savior, but you may have someone else
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A wave full of stars is carried to the shore
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Slikoni's name is deputy Šmits
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Oh sea, treacherous sea
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Oh the harsh reality of life |