Papagallo Songtext

von The Mountain Goats

You were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through.
Heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle
I heard the one perfect song pouring out of you,
There was a darkening sky reflected on the river.
There was no way of determining where we were

Low hills, colors gone crazy,
You standing like a ghost with the water behind you.
It's hard to grab ahold of some things sometimes,
Like you need me to remind you.

You were standing near the water.
And i was looking at the water.
Then you went down in the water,
And the river began to boil.
There was a minute when i thought i knew what you were about,
And then you opened up your eyes and the lord came out

Low hills, colors gone crazy,
You rising from the water like a bird,
You had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip
And i recognized every single word.