Leather, I've had enough.
My friends often call me
Say, why don't you
Do, what everyone says?
I want to tell them how
does one cross a river:
It's similar, not same
as arrows from a quiver
If I aim for that known
point on the other side
I need to swim and
go against the tide
For if I go straight;
always in a line
I will be taken ahead
far away by a mile
But if I fight the current
that force in vogue
I will hit the sweet spot
surely at the right time
If you perchance see
a boatman unqualified
he'll take you across
in an unusual route
He will point his boat
Not to a point across
But to a point upstream
To reach your exact spot
He will teach you
what this song is about
It's not about a river
It's all about a crossing
It's all about a fight
