A quiet morning in the middle of August
A ship lies there in Bergen (1)
Morning mist is one with the ocean
Norway now stands for high claims
For there in the boat is wasting
A plague that has never before been
A quiet morning in the middle of August
A ship lies there in Bergen
Darkness sweeps the mountains
Forest soil and rock
Looking for light
Death is near
We all remember when this boat
Lay beside the dock
A quiet morning in August
There is a ship ...