"well, it was a fine, and a pleasant day,
into a Chanada harbor i was sailing,
as a cabin boy and a mining lugger,
I was following the ores of diamonds.
The work was hard and the hours long,
and the treatment, it took some bearing,
there was little kindness but the keks were many..
as i hunted for, the ore of diamonds.
so we mined to Sor and to other lands,
I was rich and didn't mind the sharing,
And i used to sleep standing on my feet,
As i dreamed about, the ore of diamond.
I left the home grounds in the month of june, and those chan-ny shields we soon were wearing,
with 100 prot and those silktouch pickaxe,
they were taken from, the ore of diamond
in those dangerous lands and the living mines,
just to earn my daily bread, I'm daring,
from the volkstadt streets to the reichstag towers,
As i was following, the ores of diamond
I earned my keep and i paid the way,
and i have earned the gear that i was wearing,
mined 1 million gold, found 10 million iron
I was searching for the ore of diamond.
Night and day, the mines i was daring,
come winter gales or stormy weather,
sweating or cold
growing up
growing old
or dying...
as i hunt the shinny ore of diamond."
sorry my ruse got out of hand.
goodbye my friends. o/