The dolphin’s Belly was cut open by the propellor! No one expects A shot in the back. Now there are no more shells For the guns. We must quickly Turn her about! Sail! They ripped the sail! I repent! I repent! I repent! Even on patrol You might not meet the enemy. It’s not so bad - If only your leg hurts. The door hinges Squeak and sing: Who are you? They’re not expecting you here! Sail! They ripped the sail! I repent! I repent! I repent! Many years - Has the one who sings in his sleep! All parts of the world May lay on the bottom, All the continents May burn in fire, Only all this Doesn’t concern me! Sail! They ripped the sail! I repent! I repent! I repent!
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?