please spare us from your bad news
give us some share of sunshine
and inform the coastguard that it's already safe
to pull up our anchors and sail towards the distant shore
it's been three days we're waiting for the queue
three-day faces of three days chance passengers
three hundred and thirty three moments of waiting ang longing
to get back home
oh please mr.weatherman
would you please score us tickets
whisper to the ticket woman in pink kamiseta
'may byahe na! '
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