Текст песни
We came from the ocean
But we still carry its piece in our tears
What if
What if
What if
What if we are just sea drops in a clothing of skin
If the ancient tide still rumbles somewhere within
We need the crystal to make the heart strike its beat
Salt is life and our first, bitter gift in the heat
We are hostages of taste prisoners of the white land
Searching for salt we tore the world with our hand
Roman legionnaire dust on the roads, iron neck
He receives his pay in a salt-bag, kept in check
“Salarium” — the root of “Salary”, salt is your gold
For a handful of white dust empires were bought and sold
Back to the ancient times: Sahara, camels and glare
Trading salt for gold weight for weight, if you dare
Salt riots, Moscow seventeenth century rage
Because of the tax on salt man turned a violent page
They hid it in cellars they killed for it in the dark
Salt is the white power in a sweat-hardened spark
We salt our food to hide the void and the tasteless days
We search for the edge turning cold in our hollow ways
A tear on the cheek is a greeting from the deep
Where salt is the memory of the promises we keep
From glaciers to cans — salt conquered the hunger
It preserved our food when the world was dark and younger
Today it’s soap it’s glass, and it’s steel
The foundation of chemistry the core of the wheel
In your gadgets, in paint in the asphalt of the street
Salt is the world’s most invisible prophet you meet
We melt the snow with it we wash it back to the sea
Forgetting that it once held the master key
In the Future Era the oceans will dry into dust
Salt will be sacred in a world of silicon and rust
We are the quiet plans of those who forgot the thrill
Who traded the taste of life for a digital bill
But as long as you feel the taste of life on your lips
Cherish this moment for you are the salt of the earth
