Ulysses Blu' Blues

Ooh!
Uuuh!
Old Ulysses.
Oooh!
You may think your time has passed.
To be satisfied with what you have already achieved.
Your ethics don't crave freedom.

Nothing of the duty... will set free you.

Aaah!
Happy man, well-to-do spirit.
Fire bird, imprisoned heart.
Your only way out.. is her charity.

Nothing will stop you.

Ooh!
Uuuh!
You may think you've seen it all
that you have already forgotten what you learn.
Your criticism suffocates your will.

Nothing to know... remains.

Aaah!
A tough guy, sleepy desire.
Autumn fire, poet in love.
Your avid greed for her fickleness.

Nothing giving in you in her, will.

Ooh!
Èrika, Eríka, Eriká
Uuuh!

You may think I'm alienated
that you despise me for what I have told you.
Your reply incites my loyalty.

Nothing to do... will stay.

Ooh!
Uuuh!
Old Ulysses, you have risked nothing.
You are not even the most advanced shadow.
My plea, your expertise, your loneliness.

It will not yield... for anything.

Ooh!
Uuuh!
You might see frozen crying in her eyes,
than the wild fire of its burning volcano.
Her ethics ruthlessly hurt us.

Nothing convince... her will.

Ooh!
Èrika, Eríka, Eriká
Uuuh!
You may think that your time has passed,
to be satisfied with what you have already achieved:
his physique, your poems, only but her friendship.

Èrika, Eríka, Eriká
You saw frozen tears in her eyes.
But...
She will never return.

Èrika, Eríka, Eriká.

Ooh!
Uuuh!
Old Ulysses, you burned sinked in her volcano fire.
But....
Èrika, Eríka, Eriká.
She never will resign.
Èrika, Eríka, Eriká.
Ooh!
Uuuh!
Ooooh!
Old Ulysses.... don't you cry.


ORIGINAL
You may think your time has passed
to be satisfied with what you have already achieved.
Your ethics don't crave freedom.

Nothing of the duty will set free you.

Happy man, well-to-do spirit.
Fire bird, imprisoned heart.
My only way out is your charity.

Nothing will stop me.

You may think you've seen it all
that you have already forgotten what you learn.
Your criticism suffocates your will.

Nothing to know remains.

A tough guy, sleepy desire.
Autumn fire, poet in love.
My avid greed for her fickleness.

Nothing giving in will do me.

You may think I'm alienated
that you despise me for what I have told you.
Your reply incites my loyalty.

Nothing to do will stay.

Old Ulysses, you have risked nothing.
You are not even the most advanced shadow.
My plea, your expertise, your loneliness.

It will not yield for anything.

You might see frozen crying in her eyes,
than the wild fire of its burning volcano.
His ethics ruthlessly hurt us.

Nothing will convince her.

You may think that our time has passed,
to be satisfied with what you have already achieved:
his physique, your poem, my friendship.

Èrika, Erïka, Eriká.

She will never return.

Èrika, Erïka, Eriká

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