Guðrið Hansdóttir - A Faroese Fisherman Speaks Of Drowning | Текст песни

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• A Faroese Fisherman Speaks Of Drowning

“I’ve pissed salt water since I was fourteen,
and I’d still be on board my cousin’s trawler
if that damned cable hadn’t snagged my sleeve
and bent me backwards till I couldn’t holler.

But you can’t let fear cripple your will
when you’re in the waves well above your neck
or else your limbs will get heavier still,
and then who’d dare risk pulling you on deck?

‘Cause you can’t always save a drowning man,
especially if he don’t try to swim!
And if you choose to reach out to him with your hand,
there’s a strong chance that he might drag you in.”

Then he drew a bottle from his coat
and stumbled back to his motorboat.

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