By Black Horse!
To the port
Pursue a dream
Leave your beloved land
Towards the far horizon
with all possibilities
Vague coral island
Chisel all dreams
Because of arid land
Does not guarantee life
Besides being a coolie without payment
The ship slowly moves away in the mist that disappears and sends his heart always with sincere prayer, hope you are still awake when he returns with all his heart
Maybe you are right
Hope you are right
Friend!
2019
