Marineros

We're sailors, brave mates
When we set sail
We go around this treacherous world
Japan, Alaska, and Gibraltar
With the holds full of something for the vices
We take turns at the helm
And a bit of wine when we get down
So I don't remember you anymore

If there's no wind, we don't care
I'll find you anyway
And if there's a storm, we look for a port
Until we stop vomiting
And in that port, we look for chicks
To party with

Hanging from the sails, the stern, and the deck
We sprawl under the sun
We have a barbecue, five per head
And we cure the hangover with aspirin
With a long telescope, we see from afar
The wounds love left us
And in the early morning, so we don't feel old
We drum with the hook

If there's no wind, we don't care...