Testo di Opium Tea

Here I sleep the morning through Until the call to prayer awakes me And there is nothing to do but rise And follow the day wherever it takes me I stand at the window and look at the sea Then I make me a pot of opium tea Down at the port I watch the boats come in Watching boats come in can do something to you And the kids gather round with outstretched hand And I toss them a diram or two And I wonder if my children are thinking of me For I am what I am and what will be will be I wonder if my kids are thinking of me And I smile and I sip my opium tea At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts And the shapes of hooded men move past me And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs At the strange lot that fate has cast me And the cats on the rampart sing merrily That I am what I am and what will be will be The cats on the rampart sing merrily And I sit and I drink my opium tea I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home There is nothing here to win or to lose There are no choices needing to be made at all Not even the choice of having to choose I am a prisoner, yes, but I am also free 'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free And I smile and I sip my opium tea