Текст песни Bjork - The Comet Song

with our fingers we make holes a million
we run and hide in all sorts of pots
we have such a mission, taste everything, ooh
and through the holes in the stump we look at the sky

comet - damn it
the comet is getting closer and closer
to our priceless land

like beetles in mommy's flower bed
we walk on stilts on the seabed
we have such a mission - to save the world, oh
we need milk, pies and a warm crib

comet - damn it
the comet is getting closer and closer
to our dear land

any mommy will be upset about these gray leaves
and dad has to pull his black hat over his eyes