Once I found out an empty shore to have it of my own
I built a city on the sand, but it was gone with storm
I worked like a Trojan for nothing in rejoice 
The sea told me : "You"re not the one who toils"

Once I came up the land where cows were red with gold
There met such a beauty so to give her name to every road
I kissed her lips and called to be my wife
She turned away : "You"re not the one to love"

Once I was travelling wide from one side to another
Convinced myself that all the ways for sure went to Rome
I prayed to God and asked to wipe my eyes
The answer was : "You"re not the one who cries"


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