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The house is full of life Life is change Even death is not stable The house is full of whatever I bring to the table If there is no supper, the children look to me Then to the table and then to the sea A son of a fisherman, like I used to be I spent many a day staring out at that sea Water apologizes for sorrow endlessly And what change will come when our will is done? I got married to my wife, she's lovely And I had a son Giving birth nearly killed me Some say I died And all that survived was my lullabies The panic room is now a nursery And there’s renovators renovating constantly In the winter, the water is frank with me Says, "Son, there is still a fisherman out on that sea And he's looking for his family He's looking for his family He’s looking for the son of the sea He's looking for the son of the sea" From Letras Mania