Paikea

The soup is cold as ice And the ancestors have rolled the dice Deep down under a girl cries Riding on whales to die Not noticing that under water There is no wind to fly UUUhhh The whale rider The black painted faces Will cry in the woods You listen carefully To the song of the ocean You listen carefully to the song You listen carefully To the song of the ocean You listen carefully to the song Riding on whales to die Not noticing that under water There is no wind to fly UUUhhh The whale rider The black painted faces Will cry in the woods UUUhhh The whale rider The black painted faces Will cry in the woods