Оригинален текст
The archaeologists found
Some little boy's remains
Staying by the fire and clouds
Don't speak to me now
The day he died
Belly of a whale, belly of a whale, belly of a whale
Packed up and shipped to London
Discard, discard the rotted parts
As if they're hardened lungs.
Belly of a whale, belly of a whale, belly of a whale...