On the sun-deck, a lord looks at the foam
Drinks champagne, eats Belouga, the night´s long
It´s quiet, icebergs pass along
There´s no wind, says a lady, but it´s cold

On the below-deck, the people dream of something
From tables lit by white candles
What are you doing here? I am lost, says a boy
I can´t sleep, says the other, it´s so warm

Slowly, with a sigh, the fickelness of fate
Ripped open the hull, tearing it patiently
Ice blade cleaves the iron, it´s time to drown our sins
In a delicate screeching, iron tears

The sun-deck shivers, the below-deck screams
Water is gushing up without invitation
Swallowing up mouths, swallowing up noses
And the dreams and the candles, we should have eaten when it was warm

Tonight there´s no wind, the ocean is calm and quiet
It´s waiting, waiting, catching its breath
It´s true it could rain
But quietly the sea is waiting for its children
The howling sea

Do you hear?
I hear nothing
Save our souls, save our souls, help us Marconi, help us
I´m gonna swim straight ahead
Row, Mc Cawley, row
Mayday, mayday, mayday

The below-deck is floaded, the machine have stopped
And the lord, slightly troubled, slowly swallows the finest Calvados

Save our souls
Pray for my bones