Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Speed! We are on the track,
fill life with dirt while the stoop gets bigger
Lift the cup,
I cover with the hat,
when you snap up,
the frigate is sailing
The sailor knows,
I'm a little girl in the heart,
the one in the harbor,
soon he will be there
Forget the volute and come here with me,
it's not a small thing,
I'll show you!
Get up now,
show your body,
we've seen it,
see,
you're a scoundrel
Turn your shirt,
you're too hot,
and feel what we're doing
Get up now,
show your body,
we've seen it,
see,
you're a scoundrel
Turn your shirt,
you're too hot,
and feel what we're doing
We're from the province of Barona,
the law of the Bimmer and the Kanzer culture,
we're diving up there,
Selbrun and Falmer,
the Ferdinand's call with the Tegnus Salmer
We're setting course and deciding speed,
we're in your place,
because we're coming soon,
you can get your best on Deci to the ball,
but we're scoring Baevs for free from the yard
Get up now,
show your body,
we've seen it,
see,
you're a scoundrel Turn your shirt,
you're too hot,
and feel what we're doing
Get up now,
show your body,
we've seen it,
see,
you're a scoundrel Turn your shirt,
you're too hot,
and feel what we're doing
Deci to the Ball!
It's in their darkest darkness,
a poor,
open-minded sailor with his hat in his pocket
as a free theory,
and he's stinking and dressed as a fit for
the credit to the government's donations
You think we're learning from the fight of Volvo
that life is perfect in your negative society
Now take your song and listen to what we say
All sailors are happy for beer
Clap your hands,
show your body,
that we've seen it,
seen it before
Against your shirt,
you get hair,
and feel what we sailors do
Clap your hands,
show your body,
that we've seen it,
seen it before
Against your shirt,
you get hair,
and feel what we sailors do