RETURN OF THE DEAD On the roof, suddenly a rustle of straw is heard It's as if the traveler is late And the window will knock on our door Our poor little boat is both sad and dark Why did you, my old lady, knock on the head of the window? Or are you, my friend, tired of the storm of memories? Or are you sleeping under the rustle of your beret? Let's have a drink, my good friend, of my poor youth Let's have a drink with grief, where is the mug? The heart will be happier Sing me a song, like a bluebird quietly lived overseas Sing me a song, like a bluebird quietly lived overseas A storm of fog covers the sky, whirlwinds of tender breasts It will sing like a beast, it will cry like a child Let's have a drink, my good friend, of my poor youth Let's have a drink with grief, where is the mug? The heart will be happier © BF-WATCH TV 2021