PJ Harvey
Текст песни On battleship hill

The scent of Thyme carried on the wind
Stings my face into remembering
That nature has won again

On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches
A hateful feeling still lingers
Even now, eighty years later
Cruel nature, cruel cruel nature

The land returns to how it has always been
Thyme carried on the wind
Jagged mountains, jutting out
Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth
On Battleship Hill I hear the wind say
Cruel nature has won again