We’re going under water, in the neutral waters. And at this moment we don’t have to care about the weather. And if the waves will cover us, the locators will roar About our trouble. Save our souls! We’re raving from suffocation! Save our souls! Hurry to us! You’ll hear us on the shore, Our SOS is louder and louder. And the horror cuts our souls. Cuts them apart. And the aortas are bursting, but no one is allowed to the top! On the left side of the deck, on the right side of the deck, There right in front of us our way is blocked By the horned death. Save our souls! We’re raving from suffocation! Save our souls! Hurry to us! You’ll hear us on the shore, Our SOS is louder and louder. And the horror cuts our souls. Cuts them apart. But here we are free men. Well, this is our world! Have we gone insane to emerge amid the bombs? "Without hysterics and hesitations we will hit the shore," The brave captain said. Save our souls! We’re raving from suffocation! Save our souls! Hurry to us! You’ll hear us on the shore, Our SOS is louder and louder. And the horror cuts our souls. Cuts them apart. We will emerge at sunrise. The order is an order. It’s better to die when the light is around, Our way is not marked. We have no air, we have no air... But do remember us. Save our souls! We’re raving from suffocation! Save our souls! Hurry to us! You’ll hear us on the shore, Our SOS is louder and louder. And the horror cuts our souls. Cuts them apart. We emerged to the top, but still, no way out. "Get ready to arise, fight and fight. Our nerves are strained! The end to all sorrows, all ends and beginnings, We are striving for moorings, just like torpedoes. Save our souls! We’re raving from suffocation! Save our souls! Hurry to us! You’ll hear us on the shore, Our SOS is louder and louder. And the horror cuts our souls. Cuts them apart.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991