VØNTAK - Shrimp and Saints (Креветки и святые)

Rust on the bowl when the rope burns,
Calloused hands still tough.
Subtropical skies start glowing like a whole golf cart on fire,
Cast out the nets for the shrimp runs chasing nickels for the choir.
Hey, I got Bayou mud on my boots,
But my heart's on these streams; sing for the shrimp in the Saints till somebody hears me.
From flaming skies on the ocean to this front porch harmony,