Текст песни Her Name Is Calla - Navigator

In the belly of a bird, I travelled across the sea;
Nothing sounded more peaceful,
Than the white noise of saltwater.

To every bird his song,
To every man his wrong

I made you a promise, I would come back;
A hypocrite holds her words.
As wrong as I was, and as good as you were,
It’s still not enough

To every bird his song,
To every man his wrong
Choke on words.