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