The hook got tangled to the fingers
Just how much it is necessary
For a man to remember that it's a good thing
That I wasn't born a fish.
Like a fish with scales made of silver
Which doesn't let itself be drawn out the depths
I can feel the cold mouth yearning for me
So I hide down there from my destiny
Amidst the ribs of a sunken ship
With a flag of a sunken empire
Now just the cold water waves with it
She's cradled by voiceless lips
I see the bones of sleeping sailors
How they keep quiet while embracing the sea
Sea, let the army sleep
It's just kids a long way from home
Uniforms with silver buttons
Rusted swords in the darkness
So I go deeper into the sea's ribs
So I can hear it's heart foaming
I see the bones of sleeping sailors
How they keep quiet while embracing the sea
Sea, let the army sleep
It's just kids a long way from home
I see the bones of sleeping sailors
Young blood which needed to be spilt
I hear the sea, it says thank God
That I wasn't born a man.