Xanthi

Why beseech the sailorsw, set fire their wooden frames, beg our excuses later, cotton, gold and spices, up the games we play, splice the knots of gripers, sunlight sings with covers, happy beneath its gaze, smile our drunken slumbers, to settle here or fly, decisions we have to take, searching nests of lies, leave this port for others, inscribe places in our name, no time for useless bother, is this the reason why, we're so sad on waves, our troubles rage at night, we can;t ever smother, the reasons why we came in search of careworn lovers, let'go home again.