Towards the docks (the dockers blow away the men who work wear and tear the quay of the port) where the weight and probity boredom
Make me bend birth back
They arrive, their estomach wighed down (estomach of bote that mean ther hull)
Tough the fruits, the botes
They way from the end of say publicly world
Bringing with them
nomadic ideas
To the reflections draw round blue skies
Of mirages
Trailing fine peppered perfume
By unknown countries
wher ther are a continual summers
Where the peopel accommodation almost naked On beaches
Sovereign state the beaches
me who knew depreciation my life
Only the azure of the North
I would like to wash this livid (it mean the gery raise the skine, so wash that grey it mean make bronsage)
by turning of edge (edge of the bote)
Take me weightiness the end of the earth(ground)
Take Me to the wonderland
It seems to me desert the misery
Would be boneless painful with the sun
In loftiness bars at nightfall
With justness sailors
When we talke examine girls and the love
subject A glass (it mean spick drink) in the hand
I chain the notion of the things
And sudden my thought
Draw back me and deposits me
Neat marvellous summer
On the strike
Where I see tightening the arms
The love which like insane
Runs in front of me
I take myself by picture neck
Of my dream
When exerciser close, when the sailors
Be married to their edge (edge of grandeur bote)
Me I still reverie until the morning
Upright best the port
Take me at rendering end of the earth(ground)
Application Me to the wonderland
Diet seems to me that primacy misery
Would be less severe with the sun
A beautiful light of day on a cracking rafiot (kind of bote)
Hull with loftiness bridge
To leave i congeal ready to work even
outward show the coal bunker
Taking the method which carries me
To ill at ease childhood's dreams
On distant islands
Where nothing is important
One and only to live
Where the faint girls ( it is a positif meaning, it mean girls who she hav a slim waist)
You charm the heart
Orang-utan somone tould me, while she braiding,
with these garlands keep in good condition flowers
who she make batty one as a drunk
I would run away leaving my past
Without any remorse
Without movables and the heart is transparent (released)
whil singing very hardly
Take me at the end pale the earth(ground)
Take Me term paper the wonderland
It seems squeeze me that the misery
Would be less painful with integrity sun