"Lendabisico echea"

"Nuestros pies entre las plumas
Buscándose antes de morir
Cuando el cabo matxitxako
Reviente al fin
Y nos diga el farero
Idiotas yo os lo advertí"

DALE

I love to look out at the sea
from the Swing Park Key at Rum Bay Beach
Today John Taylor starts his month away
on a boat one ten miles east of Aberdeen 

A dozen men, thirty days with twenty four hours in each
of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep
I'd much rather be me
for once I'd much rather be me 

A month at sea and they will surely sleep
with their heads still stuck on land
A month out when and then they surely dream
of girls they can afford but cannot have 

And in the drunken haze their on a rolling wave