Like the stories told of old the ships return at home with gold i tore the earth an open sore to find the word that means the most and upon my return i'm told you cursed the day i left the coast Sweet and tasty grinded fowl dad would take us every week we'd sit and conversate for days and feast until the morning came je meurt, et puis je mange encore je prie, cela ne changera rien demain, tu quitera le port sur ton voyage l'autre bout du monde je t'emprie de penser a toi seul je t'aime, c'est pourquoi je t'implore Stay out tired day in we do it 'cause we feel it's right, we do we stay in tired day out sure wish i had a motorbike to ride we stay in So you stayed in you stayed in...