| Everything is so quiet, dark under the water, | 
| Only mud all around and sand. | 
| I step on mud | 
| And I sing this slow rock. | 
| The chest is torn from longing and from flour, | 
| I gnaw the reeds with my teeth, | 
| I cut my hands about shells, | 
| But not a soul around. | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Only dumb fish with me | 
| Quietly float in the abyss of the sea. | 
| Only crayfish dig holes below, | 
| I'll wave my blue hand to them. | 
| Where would I find a sea friend, | 
| To bathe with her in the night. | 
| And then I'm bored: | 
| It's boring here, even howl scream! | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Let me be plump and smell a little, | 
| And let the blue face | 
| As before, I can love many, | 
| Even though I'm dead now. | 
| I will pick water lilies in the swamp, | 
| And I'll give them to the mermaid. | 
| And let her throw eggs | 
| I will conquer her. | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| And when the moon lights up the river, | 
| I will lie down with a mermaid to the bottom. | 
| I'll snuggle up to the green body | 
| All I want from her is one thing. | 
| I'll spend the whole night with her on the silt. | 
| And in the morning, when the sun rises, | 
| I'll give her a lily | 
| Let her go to hell, with God, swim. | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! | 
| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! |