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Published on Sep 22, 2007
Such a cool song...
The lyrics translated...
Crows The crows on the fields black as ravens will roar with laughter on the day This boy goes to his grave the procession from the church against all my wishes a last evening in the cafe but the family didn't feel like it they're such good citizen people grey sparrows cowardly I can protest all I want They carry me to my grave where the righteous crowd mourns listen to the pastor in its heart a good lad and the crowd nods obedient while I'd rather have seen my coffin on the bar, the lid off A joint going around All of you drunk as hell and you talk bullshit and then the last booze ordered on which a clear fellow -- thinker Calls for a taxi
move these boy at the window Bring bread and coffee and drive in the hollow of night all together to the sea put me straight-up in sand wipe the dirt of my face sing to the moon once more until the first light of dawn walk in the dunes Lay some shells in my lap Collect wood that washed ashore build a small boat and when at night that barge of water will put out the sun Push me in the sea Like I've been promised Then make all a torch Put the small boat on fire I will sing my song once more While you're dancing on the beach Like Indians