We’re going underwater In neutral waters. We can say to hell with the weather For a year, And if they detect us, The locators will start shouting About our distress: Save our souls! We are suffocating, we are delirious. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us over there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces! And aortas are tearing, But don’t you dare go up! Up there on the left side, Up there on the right side, Up there straight ahead Our passage is blocked By demonic death! Save our souls! We are suffocating, we are delirious. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us over there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces! But we are here voluntarily - It’s our world, you see! To sail through a minefield - What, are we insane? Well, enough hysterics! We’re going to push forward to the shore! - Says the commander. Save our souls! We are suffocating, we are delirious. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us over there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces! We’ll surface at dawn - An order is an order. Perishing in the midst of a reflection Will be better when there’s light! Our path is unmarked. We have no way out... no way at all! But don’t forget us! Save our souls! We are suffocating, we are delirious. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us over there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces! Well, we went up But there was no way out! Full speed to the shipyard, Nerves full of tension. And end to all our sorrows, And to all ends and beginnings - We’re going for the landing Instead of the torpedoes! Save our souls! We are suffocating, we are delirious. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us over there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces!
© Robin Kallsen. Translation, 2015