There are two versions of lyrics.
The first one:
At dawn, the harbor is asleep, loving Ma Drougat Da, ador Mechewu Port, Ai Er,
The moonlight caressed the waves like Ondas.
Just like the sunset glow, the sun rises.
At night, it is her memory that keeps watch.
Lost his life again, Pedro Outlets Abieda.
At dawn, we can take a walk together.
The bird lost its life, on a bike.
Open your eyes and tell the sea about palabra dos teus ollos sobre omar.
Bad news from afar, sad rumors,
When the tide receded, it left a shadow, levouno a marea baixo a sombra.
The dark ship is silent. Balkos Negros Surkan? Sen Woz,
Empty fishing nets, not even seabirds.
A hypocrite, E dirán, contarán mentiras.
You are paraofrecelas ao patrón:
Maybe it's just for a little shallow benefit, quererá n pechar cunhas moedas, quizais,
I turned my attention to the sea.
At dawn, the harbor woke up, loving Madarugada, ah, Porto des Perttu, Amur,
The clock on the ground doesn't work. o reloxo do bar quedou varado
The bar is still in ruins, na costeira big wood da desolación n.
We will never forget or forgive Mr. Fei Yimo.
Return to life Volverei, volverei á vida
At dawn, we can take a walk together
The sea has lost its former pride. Because we're going to Ogurodoma.
What else do we want? There is nothing better than this.
Her memory can't go back in time. Please remember that Hay Walter Atlas:
Our humility has long since disappeared. nonnos humilaredes nunca m？ Yes.
The second version is a sharp version of the dark Gothic style:
Smell blood
I found the temple of my soul in ruins.
Ghosts sing unharmoniously, and black rosemary blooms.
Vines grow in twists and turns, and souls look around.
Believe in the bloody moonlight and smell the blood.
I found the rest house, the long-haired vampire queen.
Pushing open the dusty window, the dead branches reflected her face.
She is as pure as a girl, and her voice is sad.
Sing the beloved with the dead.
Do you still remember me The night I was buried.
Have you ever been sad and smelled blood?
I found a statue lying in the distance in the Requiem Hall.
It is the fantasy of the goddess that the broken arm is hidden aside.
Pointing at the road with the middle finger, a small red flower bloomed beside her.
In front of heaven is an abyss.
The river gurgled with blood-like water.
A thirst for irrigation. That's the queen's soup plate.
She will break the flower's neck when she pours rotten soup.
Ask him if he feels sorry for his lover far away.
Do you remember when I looked like I was bleeding?
Have you ever been sad and smelled blood?
I found the rest hall, and the sun and the moon rose and set brightly.
I can only see the moon. She has an addictive smell.
The rich fragrance of blood red and silver was sung by the queen in a low voice.
The little flower with a broken neck lay at her feet. They like cold places.
Every dead night hidden by dead trees in the abyss
Listen to the secret voice of underground blood. They like strange songs.
Just like the song of the necromancer, it is a dream of revenge.
Or a lonely and desperate lover
Do you remember me when I looked down at my funeral?
Why didn't I meet your eyes and smell blood?
I found the Requiem Hall, where the flowers are the same.
Are quietly growing, if there is no quiet moonlight
How can it be such a cool and dilapidated grassland?
A fairy with rotten fragrance and beauty.
Secretly wandering in the palace, who are they missing?
With the sadness of memories, vines flourish.
Hide your desire for revenge and wait for that day to come.
My favorite person who tastes blood soup.
Are you waiting for love like me?
We were buried together and smelled blood.
I found a resting place and my life grew freely.
Looking at endless sadness, flowers bow their heads and sing.
Singing immortal claims that Mansa Zhu Hua is the place to own.
Memories must bloom far away from the back of teenagers.
Love is embedded in tearful eyes, without blessing.
Will not perish because of this. Some people choose cowardice.
Some people decide to be strong, melancholy and melancholy.
Can you wash away the old agreements in the past?
Can anyone insist on weak excuses and casual perfunctory?
Killed a beautiful flower, and the beauty withered in the waiting.
To hurt, to hate, to bloody desires, I want to find him.
Whether he has changed or not, I will remember his eyes.
Once it is so clear, I will remember his oath.
Once so loud, I will remember his betrayal.
He left in a hurry and asked me to leave like that.
He will be very happy with my gentle and cold palm.
Because I didn't stay, I returned to my place, because I loved me and gave up myself.
Wandering alone in the dark again, poor queen
Like her flowers, she finally chose to drink the bloody soup alone, dear people.
Wherever you go, please remember inadvertently.
Your once beautiful bride
The background of this song is that in 2002, the oil tanker Prestige sank off the coast of Galicia, Spain, causing pollution and losses to Galicia. There are several complaints about politics in the lyrics, such as hypocritical people and interests (referring to oil). This song uses night and moonlight to describe how beautiful this sea polluted by human beings used to be. From the song, I hope that the sea can be restored as soon as possible, and human beings will not continue to destroy it.
The lead singer has a deep voice and is a female voice. Very textured. You can listen to it.