No Thunder, No Fire, No Rain - Tim Finn

Martin sets out from the village

(Called)

Katta pella kopa leh

As the blue sun rehearse a falling roll

And even the vultures still sleep

Martin’s bus comes to the forest of Katta pella kopa leh

With the engine blowing steam

Into the morning dust

As farmers lead cattle to grass

No thunder, no fire, no rain

With Nia ceta nova lain

Martin checks into the chemical plant of Katta pella kopa leh

As his young bride prepares for the evening feast

And in zone three he starts the long day

Martin works with strange blue waters

(Called)

Niacetanovalain

As the warning bell rings critical he hit’s the floor

And his young bride paints beads for the feast

Martin feels a cold wind screaming

Katta pella kopa leh

As the red sun rehearses another roll

And over the fire she stirs peas

Martin was killed in the company name

Katta pella kopa leh

As the toxin tore right through his soul

And his young bride puts flowers in her hair