Belly of dolphin
Slashed by propeller blade
No one’s expecting
To be shot in the back

Gunner is silent -
No shells left in reserve
Have to be faster
On every turn!

But our sail - one thing that mattered
Now is ripped to tatters

Even patrolling
You might not see your foe
It doesn’t matter
If you have stubbed your toe

All the door-hinges -
Some hear them creak or sing:
Who are you people?
Who let you in?

But our sail - one thing that mattered
Now is ripped to tatters

Long live the ones
Who sing in their sleep
All of the continents
Can sink into the deep

And all the lands
Can be engulfed in flames -
That’s not important,
I can’t care less

But our sail - one thing that mattered
Now is ripped to tatters