A quiet morning in the middle of August
There lays a ship in Bjørgvin
The morning haze is one with the sea
Norway is now facing high demands
Because in the boat there is a ravaging
Plague like never before
A quiet morning in the middle of August
There lays a ship in Bjørgvin
The darkness sweeps mountains
Forest, march and rocks.
Searching for light
Death is near
We are all reminded when this boat
Layed to the wharf
A quiet morning in the middle of August
There lays a ship...