The dolphin’s belly
has been cut by a screw.
No one is expecting
a shot in the back.

There are no weapons
at the battery.
One must go faster
at the curve.

But the sail, the sail has been torn.
I repent, repent, repent.

Even the sentry
will not meet a foe.
It’s no grief
if your leg is in pain.

The hinges of doors
creak and sing to some.
Who are you?
You’re not expected here.

But the sail, the sail has been torn.
I repent, repent, repent.

Many years to those
who sing in their sleep.
All parts of the earth
can lie on the bottom.

All continents
can burn in fire.
Only all this
does not suit me.

But the sail, the sail has been torn.
I repent, repent, repent.