Bound in snow and frozen over
The transmission mast in ice
Sharp as knives the winds are blowing
Compass spinning round and round
Polar night refuses to end
The whole sense of time is gone
Because time to crystals freezes
Burrying under them this place
With the pack ice drifting slowly
Floats away our one last hope
And our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Abandoned and forsaken
Is transmission mast in ice
And we press our ears to iron
Quiet, be real quiet now...
Since for whisper we're awaiting
For a sign of life from world
Was that now a quiet crackle?
Or was it just falling snow?
With the pack ice drifting slowly
Floats away our one last hope
And our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Our lips are blue and chapped
Freezing firmly to cold steel
Under northern lights we suffer
Until very first sunbeam
With the pack ice drifting slowly
Floats away our one last hope
And our radio operator chants in prayer this one word:
S.O.S! Who's going to save our souls?
S.O.S! Who'll show the way into the light? S.O.S!
Is there anybody to break the silence?