They wake up at the shepherd's time
To get up at tea time
And go out at noon time
br/>The losers of the early morning
They have the arrogance
Girls who have breasts
They have this confidence
Men who we guess
That the dad was lucky
The losers of the early morning
Come come and dance
Boy buddy buddy buddy
Boy buddy buddy, come on dancing
And it dances with its eyes in its breasts
They whiten their nights
At the washhouse of melancholy
Which washes without dirtying their hands
The palms of the early morning
They tell their stories at midnight
The poems they haven't read
The novels they haven't have not written
The loves they have not experienced
The truths which are of no use
The early morning misfortunes
Come, come dance
Buddy buddy buddy buddy
Buddy buddy buddy, come dance
And it's dancing with your eyes in your eyes breasts
Love tears their livers apart
It was it was it was so good
It was Was it you wouldn't understand
The lost people of the early morning
They take the last whiskey
They take the last good word
They take the last whiskey
br/>They take the last tango
They take the last sorrow
The lost of the early morning
Come come cry
Buddy buddy buddy buddy
Buddy buddy buddy, come cry
And it's crying with your eyes in your breasts