Iíve had it up to here, to my chin. Even started getting sick of singing. Oh, to go to the bottom like a submarine, So nobody could get a bearing on me! A friend served me vodka in a glass, My friend told me that itíll pass, Introduced me to Verka over a drink - Verka will help and vodka will do the rest. But neither Verka nor vodka helped. Iím hung over and who needs Verka anyway? Oh, to go to the bottom like a submarine And not send out an SOS! Iíve had it up to here, up to my gullet. Ah! Iím fed up with singing and playing. Oh, to go the bottom like a submarine So nobody can get a bearing on me!
© H. William Tjalsma. Translation, 1982