[bad word] see the ripples on the water
As I throw pebbles in the pond
To let the sky go past its surface
Empty my pockets filled with stones
My pockets filled with stones [bad word] see the sadness of the sailor
As I will scratch his deep blue floor
Already in my years of bad luck
Oh, I broke his mirror long before

Oh when I dive into the water
I've raised the bottom to be saved
It's just a shallow grave

I found the darkness in my neighbor
I found the fire in the frost
I found the season once claimed healthy
Oh, I need the guidance of the lost

But when I dive into the water
I've raised the bottom to be saved
It's just a shallow grave
'Cause when I dive into the water
I've raised the bottom to be saved
It's just a shallow grave
It's just a shallow grave