There's salt in the river
Like poison in the flesh of fruits divine
Salt in the river
And the beasts are blind
I've never been to school
But I still understand:
Black gold is the key to the stranglehold
Where every reed is dry, every village abandoned
The land is drying up
The water's sinking down
There's twenty-two dams across the border
In the river towns
There's salt in the river
Like poison in the flesh of fruits divine
Salt in the river
And the beasts are blind
The crescent moon, fertile with reflected light
Watched the marshes bloom green in the dead of night
But now the waterways, like the lunar rays
All wane and subside, and rains won't provide
Not quite
There's salt in the river
Like poison in the flesh of fruits divine
There's salt in the river
And the beasts are blind