Dry the ocean

The blood and the children

Dry the throat and the soul

 

Dry the word on every tongue

Dry the pledges and the colours on the sky’s skin

 

Dry the soil and all that preys on it

Dry the hand that gives and the one that takes

-When the wind mourns

-Everything should mourn with it

 

Dry the ocean

The blood and the children 

Dry the throat and the soul

 

Dry it now

Dry it now, all of it

Today and tomorrow too.