Now I bring you a classic English poem: "Not a wave but a cry for help", everyone is welcome to read!
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking< /p>
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one laying moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
No one can hear him, this dying man
But he is still moaning
It is far from what you think
I am not waving but asking for help
Poor young man, he always likes to play and play
Now he is dead
It must be because he is too The heart stopped beating when it got cold
They said.
No, no, it has been cold
(The dying man is still moaning)
I am far away from my life
Waving is just asking for help.