Lost in the key on the fisherman’s day Will we recover it, I couldn’t say… Black is the sea in this heavenly bay All he can do now is kneel down and pray
There’s a boat, floating… disemboweled… A page is turned… And I leave…
Giants were the trawlers who raped the seabed Tons of cadavers have painted it red Most of them, not graded, killed for nothing Synthetic jellyfish are proliferating While the uprooted coral is fading
There’s a flash, floating… disemboweled…
Faraway fisherman on your frail skiff The cities have vomited over the cliff And you have been hit by a stray bullet With all the fish that once filled your net
There’s a man, floating… disemboweled…
Lost is the key on the fisherman’s day Deep in the waters where he used to play All he can do now is kneel down and pray Under the gentle stroke of the spray
There are fates, floating… disemboweled…
Lost in the key on the fisherman’s day Will we recover it, I couldn’t say… Black is the sea in this heavenly bay All he can do now is kneel down and pray
Fisherman’s day The judgment day The first of all…. to fall Who will follow?
It’s the beginning of the fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.