Third Landing: Fishing Songtext
von Kronos Quartet

Once more the ditch
An ocean of bodies now
Too many to count
Small and smaller
Glistening in the morning sun
Glistening
Glistening
Glistening in the morning sun
Walking on bodies
We fish out a little boy
I hold him by his small shirt


A little boy
A little boy about Bucky′s age
Limp but breathing
He looks at us like he's a thousand miles away
On some distant mountain
He′s as light as a leaf
Light as a leaf
I take him in my arms
I fly him out of hell
I bring him to a nun in Quang Ngai City
I always wanted to fly