Estamos Todos Bêbados

We are all drunk
Drunk enough to fall
And all those who are not drunk
Get out of here

The commander Nobrum
Threw himself into the sea
Spent the day on the boat fishing
But never brought us a tuna
So much wisdom and practice beyond the common
They say it was attributed
to several bottles of rum

We are friends on land
We are friends at sea
Together we went to war
Together we are at the bar

We are all drunk
Drunk enough to fall
And all those who are not drunk
Get out of here

The butcher without a finger
Who worked on the dock
Spent the day making jokes
about the missing finger
He said with a forced laugh: "Listen well, my boy,
When working with the knife, never drink too much"

We are friends on land
We are friends at sea
Together we went to war
Together we are at the bar

We
Are all drunk
Drunk enough to fall
And all those who are not drunk
Get out of here

Marquade fed the boilers of the old steamship
Despite the wind, suffocated by the heat
The cast iron ceiling, direct sun on the plate
Everything already solved with two bottles of grappa.

We are friends on land
We are friends at sea
Together we went to war
Together we are at the bar

We
Are all drunk
Drunk enough to fall
And all those who are not drunk
Get out of here