Massimo Amicarelli & Marco Mancini - Harbor's Night

HARBOR’S NIGHT Summer ninety-two, or maybe ninety-three Drinking our 4am last glass in a tavern near the docks. We were a little drunk or maybe even stoned while a flock of seagulls flew behind the fishermen's boats We were chatting and singing and mocking each other Then our eyes bugged out ’cause we saw a big flash Then we heard a clash After that a big splash So we ran to it We were out of breath ’cos we had run over there Where we heard that mess near the big wood footbridge Where the fi