Nir-wanna

Slimy fish, won’t you give up,
Chance is yours, I take a laugh,
A growing phobia within me,
Everyday, I’m seeing you losing,
Never had tequila, not even a shot,
Speaking from an open mind,
Sinner says, close to the evil skin,
Open your arms for roaring wind.

Have something to see till the end,
The feathers stuck in the bushes,
I can’t help, nor can you,
The roaring winds come by me very soon,
Never had tequila, not even a shot,
Speaking from an open mind,
Sinner says, close to the evil skin,
Open your arms for roaring wind.

Seek a refuge in me,
Liberate me from all sins,
And grieve not to do so,
Slimy fish and a pesky friend,
Never turn me up to a killjoy,
Liberate me, Nir–wanna.

God, destiny or fate,
Who’s guiding me through?
Who’s giving me power to rule?
Who’s sealing our fate?
And a twist in tale.
Slimy fish, could you hold,
Pesky friend, try putting some salt.