Crew on board, sleeping in their Networks
All restless in his long journey
Expecting the worst when the drift
Navigating in the flavor waves
Long time live sand, water and broken shell
In search of just one ship
The ship's master of Europe
You name Napoleon
Will be masters of the seas
O oo…o.
Will be masters of the seas
O oo…o.
Will be masters of the seas
O oo…o.
Will be masters of the seas
O oo…o.
Of the seas and sands
The ship´s bells ringing at dawn
Tambour play at the sight of the enemy ship
A large caravel north
Only the British fleet stands before him.

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