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Los Náufragos

Hey! I've lost everything Now I've gotta find a way out Hey! They keep asking me Where I was when it was burning There's no trying to explain They

A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the north east One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky Its tail skimmed the sea It flutters,

There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen, you can hear her weeping

By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars

Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For

There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it

My name is Leslie Ann Levine My mother birthed me down a dry ravine My mother birthed me far too soon Born at nine and dead at noon Fifteen years gone

Well you fight like the devil to just keep your head above water Chained to whatever you got that you can't throw away And you're shootin' through space

che lapide non abbia, ne ossa sulla sabbia ne polvere ritorni, ma bruci sui pennoni nei fuochi sacri, nei fuochi alati della Santissima dei naufragati O Santissima dei naufragati