| Someday I will grow old, memory will be washed away by time,
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| If there are gifts to me for that milestone,
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| Don't give me the shore, give me the sea,
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| For this, guys, I will thank you. |
| (2)
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| I will sail across the sea, remembering my life,
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| Remembering your city, where friends remained,
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| Where all the streets are in the sea, like rivers flow,
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| And houses, like longboats, are laid up. |
| (2)
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| What else do I need? |
| Yes, that's probably enough
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| If only a small diesel engine served without fail,
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| If only the hands were tired on the midnight watch,
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| To feel again that for now you are alive. |
| (2)
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| If only I would return, famous and old,
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| If only the boards of the pier, passing, bend,
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| If only an old comrade, tired from work,
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| With a silent smile, he shook my hand. |
| (2)
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| Someday I will grow old, memory will be washed away by time,
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| If there are gifts to me for that milestone,
|
| Don't give me the shore, give me the sea,
|
| For this, guys, I will thank you. |
| (2) |