Lyrics

waves sculpt the stone
with which your hands rest, pressed against the walls of the sea

in the middle lives a whale
on the shore walks a man

not unlike each other
they sing through bone and skin

water gods feed the water, schools and cerulean blue

sculpt the stone!
ancient stone
deep as our hands drowned that summer in the Baltic sea

song for a fisherman
smoke on your lips
like a melody

song for a fisherman
smoke on your lips
like a melody