The Empty Boat

Gal Costa

From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my heart is empty
From the hole to the how

From the rudder to the sail
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my hand is empty
From the wrist to the nail

From the ocean to the bay
Oh, the sand is clean
Yes, oh, my mind is clean
From the night to the day

From the East to the West
Oh, the stream is long
Yes, my dream is wrong
From the birth to the death

From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my head is empty
From the nape to the brow.
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