The night adorns your face
With its soft black brush stroke
Where hope has long since sunken
In a choke hold of the thick fog bank
Blow for blow we step up
Braving the sweel steadily
Nobody can go easy on his strength
It will at one time get us all
And when the flood surrounds me
Storm sings its song to me
Rowing is difficult for me
But my bride is the sea
Silence lives deep in the fog
The voice only raises without a source
Black water, white spray
Cold blood mixed with deep _______