So you want me to drench a desert
Bad water is all I've got.
You ask me to imbue the poor
Bad water is all I've got.
So you want to perceive your life?
Bad water is in your mind.
Joy will never fill your heart
Red water turns into the tar
I am a cracked jar
Bad water‘s running through my eyes.
I leak! It burns!
But still I can be refilled –
It returns
It kills a seed, kills a breed,
Smothers everything we need,
Plugging our pores up
Flakes of salt drag to the start
Our lips are dry from constant cry,
Our mouths are made of chalk and sand.
If only we could take one last sip,
Backwater would invite us
To the one-way trip
The sky is a cracked jar
Bad water's running through the clouds
It leaks! It burns!
But still it can be refilled
It returnes
Until we wash our feet in a creek,
Until we spit in a cup and then drink,
Till we curse upon the sea,
Until the land can't shed a single tear