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 fall
