1944.
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Diesel Deam
I need a break with you
Sleeping on pipes, dreaming us
Not my hands in grease
With my heart of you
So shiny and clean
As we always do.
Shafts are running in my head
My ship is so fast
She's catching the waves
On the Valentine's Day
I'm thinking of you
But, you're far away.
And the hard voyage is hard
So the inclining is lot
My stomach is sick
My foot is broken
I miss you baby
In a dark ocean.
"It's a sin, which makes you a monster,
It's a crime, commited when you born,
And it's you, a natural-born teller
Writing and singing this song"
