Minus fifty ten feet down,
Fish in boxes be a man
Minus fifty five a.M.,
Dark & cold, don't complain
Hey you bastards, mother's boys,
Get down men, someone's voice
Tired hands broken soul,
Once again to the port
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
That's the way you earn your money
That's the way you lose your health
And the fresh air not for you
You ask why, don't ask me
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Hey amigo quando tiempo, ten last minutes
Like an age
Hey amigo keep on moving,
'Cause tomorrow is another day
And at lunch time, white sea-gulls
Just recall to me my youth for a while
Tired hands, broken souls, once again
To the port
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
Dreams are over and they won't come true
Dreams are over it's another day without you
It's another day without you