Help me! I am drowning! said the old fisherman
As he may get swallowed in this enormous pool
After catching his prey, he found himself a fool
Plunging in the ocean, entangling a dead man

The armor around him shelter his weightless soul
Inch by inch, the sun rays are guiding his wet path
As his glorious past enlightens his warm bath
His eyes close, heart follows towards this totem pole

He sees his life flash by, her smile, her hair, her words
Her caring golden touch to soothe the gasoline
Of sparks and flames they have, mexican jumping bean

Will she remember them?  As the greyish songbirds
As compatible lovers, irreplaceable parts
His Great Queen of diamonds, Her Mighty Ace of hearts