Morning blind you go
Leave your little hut
Pedal a boat to the open sea
Going home when the sun fell asleep
Hurricane you hell
With the base of your little boat
The blazing heat of the sun
Is breakfast for you
Blue overlay
Is the place
Place of extraction of your property
And the master of the seagulls
Is your life compass
Return…
The day before dusk
Wail to the edge
Bring an inch of results
That will live you
And all your family