They wake up at the shepherd's time
To get up at tea time
And go out at noon time
br/>The early morning losers
They have the arrogance
Girls who have chest
They have this confidence
Men from which we guess
That the dad was lucky
The losers of the early morning
Come dance
Buddy, friend, friend, friend
Boyfriend, friend, friend come dance
And it dances with its eyes in its breasts
They whiten their nights
At the washhouse of melancholy
Who washes without getting your hands dirty
The palms of the early morning
They tell their stories at midnight
The poems they haven't read
The novels they did not write
The loves they did not experience
The truths which are of no use Nothing
The early morning losers
Come dance
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy
Buddy, buddy, buddy come dance
And It dances with the eyes in the breasts
Love tears their livers apart, ah
Ah, it was, it was so well
It was, ah, ah, ah, you wouldn't understand
The early morning losers
They take the last whiskey
They take the last good word
They take the last whisky
They take the last tango
They take the last sorrow
The lost people of the early morning
Come cry
Buddy, buddy, buddy, go
Come on, come, come, come, come cry
And it's crying with your eyes in your breasts
Les paumÃÂ ©s of the early morning

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