River Ritual - Heavy Hail [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

When you wake up
And feel everything is over;
Here are sweet teardrops for breakfast
And even a glass of milk looks black

In this 2x100 relay
I’m not ready to pick up the baton
How sweet would be another road accident
Together on the southern highway


They whisper my name, I have to go there;
I wear worn out stripes like a contrail
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the knocks of passing souls

When you run out of time
And feel this is the last time
You’re embracing your best friend
A father, a son and a holy ghost

My real being is the one of a tyke
So fragile, unstitched percale
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the beaks of the masked shrikes

In this 2x100 relay
I’m not ready to pick up the baton
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the knocks of passing souls

We wanted to make another road accident
Together on the southern highway
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the beaks of the masked shrikes