No Thunder No Fire No Rain (Tim Finn)

Martin sets out from the village 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 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