The Klopeks - Take Her To The Sea [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Silent the sermon sits still, soaks up a story
A tale about love and truth in excess
And when the faces drop expressionless and empty eyes
It's an early Monday morning in a Sunday dress

You're never going to get to heal this
You're stuck between the white and black
You've been drinking like a detective
It's never going to bring her back
Release the fellow from his feeling
But a lie to where he went to be:
Forget a life with no conviction
Gonna take her to the sea

Hold on, just hold on
Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone
How do you sleep? I bet restlessly
A swollen river's gonna take her to the sea

A decade of paths, leading to corners
Constructed and woven from footprints, hairclips and teeth
Now, under the wing it's dawn on the mountains of North Spain
Set on a distant horizon, South by South East

A decade of a life for a stranger
Saves a last shot for sun-baked streets
Death walks with a stick to a parish
The echoes of shuffling feet
The bullet engraved and time tarnished
Rests now in a vestry of shade
A glass half empty, a steak untouched
As the storm breaks above the parade

Hold on, just hold on
Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone
How do you sleep? I bet restlessly
A swollen river's gonna take her to the sea

Hold on, just hold on
Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone
How do you sleep? I bet restlessly
And a swollen river's gonna take her to the sea