We’re going underwater In neutral waters. We can say to hell with the weather For a year, And if they detect us, The sonars will start wailing About our distress: Save our souls! We are delirious from asphyxiation. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us up 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 delirious from asphyxiation. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us up there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces! But here we are free - It’s our world, you see! To surface in a minefield - What, are we insane? Well, enough with the hysterics! We’ll run into the shore! - Says the commander. Save our souls! We are delirious from asphyxiation. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us up 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. There’s nothing we can do... nothing we can do! But don’t forget us! Save our souls! We are delirious from asphyxiation. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us up 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 delirious from asphyxiation. Save our souls, Hurry to our rescue! Hear us up there on land... Our SOS is growing fainter, And the horror is ripping our souls To pieces!
© Robin Kallsen. Translation, 2015, 2020