Our little crew is drunk
woke up the waves
from that noise, from that banging
they raised waves
And it's swinging left, right
up, down this ship
glasses flying to the ceiling
with us everything is going down
Ref.
And rythm is riding, riding, riding, it doesn't stop
here the water is selling too
here no one surrenders
and rythm is riding, riding, ridign, it doesn't stop
People, we've drank God
and we don't know how much
stars are having fun with us
they don't won't to extinguish
Pretty girls, pretty boys
no one's looking
here every dog is barking
but it doesn't bite
Ref.
Lay brother another hundred
to that singer, friend of yours
for tonight it's enough
everybody's going home