Sampan Testo

The sun is high, looking out I seeThe emptiness beyond the jettySeagulls raining like confettiOn the WaterSea and sky come together inA hazy kiss out on the oceanEurope seems a foreign notionHardly thought ofAnd would you leave your modern world behind?I know who I amRiding in my sampanIn the shade stands the foreman inA floppy hat and linen suitBeneath his ancient leather bootThe ground is strainingFar away, figures bend to tap theEndless seas of rubber treesTo coat the wheels of Paris taxisWheer it's rainingAnd would you leave your melting world behind?I know who I amRiding in my sampan