paroles de chanson Aberdeen - Lor

Door 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
Peeking 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