The stormy sea cannot relax,
Black foam flying in the air,
And hitting rocks in wild attacks,
The waves are breaking their necks -
And from a cliff at this I stare.

Of course, I pity those that are
Destroyed and killed - but from afar!

The waves are furious and mad,
They wail with pain and indignation!
They want to live but die instead,
It’s such a shame if you fall dead
When you have reached your destination!

Of course, I pity those that are
Destroyed and killed - but from afar!

The wind would ruffle up and shock
White crests of waves which roar from ripping,
The waves would crash against a block
And would collapse as from a knock,
Or as a horse would fall from tripping!

Of course, I pity those that are
Destroyed and killed - but from afar!

And then will come the turn of mine,
I’m drawn by winds to dark abysses,
I’ve noticed an evil sign
That I would break one day my spine,
My head and heart would go to pieces!

They’ll pity me, destroyed and killed,
But from afar, no tear spilled!

 
 
 
 
 

 
 

A lot of folks sit on the shores,
Indifferent, calm and never shaking
To see the others sink because
Some awful force directly draws
Them on the rocks where backs are breaking!

These people pity those who are
Destroyed and killed - but from afar!