Tears in the Ocean

I want to talk to someone

But none to talk to,

I want to cry

But no shoulder to lean on

Sometimes I take biers,

it carries me along so dearly,

When I'm drunk enough,

I speak to the ocean, and

My tears feed the ocean,

Like tributaries,

I sing all songs of victory,

My dance is hilarious yet dripping,

Bottle of bier is my microphone,

The vibe of unsung heroes,

I just swing on to the left, on to the right,

Mbele kidogo then bounce...

The joy I feel, no story can tell,

My tears in the ocean,

need no shoulder to lean on.