EN LA MAR
AFRİCANİSM
In the sea there is a tower
In the tower there’s a window
In the window there’s a maiden
Who loves sailors.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
If the sea were made of milk
And the boats made of cinnamon,
I would fish for my sorrows
With words of love.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
In the tower there’s a window
In the window there’s a maiden
Who loves sailors.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
If the sea were made of milk
And the boats made of cinnamon,
I would fish for my sorrows
With words of love.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
The stars in the sky
One and one become two.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
Give me your hand, dove,
So I can climb to your nest;
You’re unlucky to sleep alone:
I’ll come to sleep with you.
