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Happy is the sailor who swims
In the waters of his courage
Happy the captain
Whose glory is certain
And who dies one fine morning
Hit at the foot of his mast
From his mast, from his mast
Happy ghost ships
In the waters of blondes' dreams
Happy Pirate Flags
Black ribbons on alabaster skin
Floating in new seas
Where the headlights wander
Big nights, big nights
Blessed are the multitudes
In their long solitudes
Happy are the sponges too
Into the depths where no one dives
Without seeing his brain soon
Escaping from his ears
In the dark, in the dark
Happy all these tightrope walkers
Who wander on their thread
Happy also are the wives
In the depths where nothing moves
Where the colors are true
And eternal passions
Without knowing, without knowing
That this world is dizzy
Hanging on a stem
Than in the blond and dark seas
Spaces for all worlds
An old, deaf and feeble god
With his ten clumsy hands
Juggle for fools
That this world is dizzy
Hanging on a stem
Than in the blond and dark seas
Spaces for all worlds
An old, deaf and feeble god
With his ten clumsy hands
Juggle for fools
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
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