Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful I refuse to cry over lost friends I´m drunk as well. It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety let alcohol give wind to my sails. A clipper buying tea in China not useless plastic toys. Sleek, the line and the women admired me. Let the clipper sail. I don´t care; I shall stay and make love to you. I´m sorry I left my Liverpool girl I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans. Guatemala, I got there by chance a beach and moonlight. I have not forgotten my promises one day more, just one more day. The clipper sailed to other shores I never got to write The poem of my life