We’re going under
In neutral waterland.
We can, for a year,
for the weather not care
And if they will spot us
Locators will howl
Of our bad luck.

We’re hallucinating,
from the lack of air.
Hurry up to us!
Do hear us!
On the mainland
Our call is lower, lower
And horror cuts our souls
In to two parts

And aortas are breaking
But up there - don’t dare!
There, along the port side
There, along the starboard
Is blocking the passage
Horned Death
 

We’re hallucinating,
from the lack of air.
Hurry up to us!
Do hear us!
On the mainland
Our call is lower, lower
And horror cuts our souls
In to two parts

But here under - we’re free.
For this is - our world!
Are we nuts, or what?
to surface in the mine field
"Hey, cut the hysterics,
We’ll smash into the shore" -
said the Commander.

We’re hallucinating,
from the lack of air.
Hurry up to us!
Do hear us!
On the mainland
Our call is lower, lower
And horror cuts our souls
In to two parts

We’ll surface at dawn.
An order is an order.
To die in the bloom of years
is far better at day light
Our way on the water is not marked...
We have nothing with, nothing...
But do remember!

We’re hallucinating,
from the lack of air.
Hurry up to us!
Do hear us!
On the mainland
Our call is lower, lower
And horror cuts our souls
In to two parts

Here, we are up.
But there is no way out.
Now - "full speed
at the dockyards"
End to all sorrows
Ends and beginnings
We tear towards the piers
Instead of Torpedoes.

Save our souls
We’re hallucinating from the lack of air
save. our. souls.
Hurry up to us!
Do hear us, on the mainland!
Our call is lower, lower
And horror cuts our souls
into two parts.