Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli - The Fishmonger’s Daugther [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

[Chorus]
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

[Chorus]
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

[Chorus]
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

[Chorus]
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

[Outro]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger