Akat - Greenland | Текст песни

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In Greenland
There's a myth
Telling about
A woman
On the bottom of the ocean.

Her fingers became
Seals, walrus and whales

When her long hair
Gets full of crap
Such as
Bottles and bikes
Plastic and shoes
Hidden lies
And refrigerators
She holds back the animals

I'm diving down to a haunted soul

Through salty water
Turbid water
With a hairbrush in one hand
Wade through sediment
The ocean ferments
Soon we are all drunk

I'm diving down to a haunted soul

It tastes so sweet
So sweet I'll fall a sleep
This black black thing
Black black black

I cant´ tell any prophesies
Spoke the whale
It's the urgency of now
It's the urgent sea

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