Paroles de Aberdeen

Doors are closed, fortune's sold Left just with soaking coat Blows of sea wrecking boat Wash the eyes from the salt Monday, mast breaks Tuesday, wind came Wednesday, ropes bound Thursday, man down Pack of crows glide above Torn away from the sky Pecking man's soaking coat Scratching his skin and bones Monday, mast breaks Tuesday, wind came Wednesday, ropes bound Thursday, man down Friday, hands bleed Saturday, no needs Sunday, sun prays But the man drowned away But the man drowned away