Текст песни: Messenger + перевод

Cut into an arched silver line

Horizon is rising

Sifting currency on the beach

With hand made of sieves

I see the seafoam rising up

From way down

Are you the messenger

And is this home?

There’s a crane that has fallen down

Where the salt marsh is growing

No more pension for mother

Or my stepdad

I see the seafoam rising up

And changing its form:

Are you the messenger

And is this home?

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