Swimming like a killer whale with eyes closed
Touching the bottom barefoot
And soaring up
To fall back into waves
So big and so sad,
She sings of fields over horizon
Which, oh so sad, she will never know
Of cities in the rain
Of celestial temples
Of people with passionate
And beating hearts
Playing between nets
Washing itself with ice
Boldly touching boats
She is trading fingers
For fins today
So big and so sad,
She sings of fields over horizon
Which, oh so sad, she will never know
Of cities in the rain
Of celestial temples
Of people with passionate
And beating hearts