Текст: Bjork. Desired Constellation.

It's tricky when you feel someone
Has done some sin on your behalf
It's slippery when your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath and is asking you

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice repeatedly
On the table repeatedly, repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table repeatedly, repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And did you hear how am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
[Incomprehensible]
How am I going to make it right?
[Incomprehensible]