That's our way of asking people whether they still have a home, whether anyone they know orlove was lost in the floodwater, whether they still have a job and whether they will be coming back to stay.
Like America's own downhearted Delta blues or country ballads, Siminica's woeful tales of lostlove are best sipped in doses the size of "La Salul Cel Negru" it's the best way to savor the sadness without drowning in tears.
If Local Natives' "Airplanes" existed only as a lyric sheet, it would unfold as a wispy dirge: A man begs for his lost love's return when he's not staring at her picture or clinging to souvenirs that remind him of her.