This is the story of the last trip of a [bad word] man 
Who lost his tender one in the rolling waves 
He swallowed hundreds of bottles, and told his friends 
He was gonna cross the sea to find his love 

“I want to dance with you the whole night under the sea 
We’ll ride the whales and fly straight to the Moon. 
And dive to the deepest and coldest sands 
And then we’ll hear the siren’s voice saying : “do you know I’m your mother ?””

It was early in the morning when the sun shone 
The clouds were turning red as gory drawings 
Everyone was sleeping around the dead fire (but one was missing) 
He never came back and he never will

He reached his love, and danced with her the whole night, under the sea 
He rode the whales and flew straight to the Moon. 
And dived to the deepest and coldest sands 
And then he heard the siren’s voice saying : “did you know you had a daughter ?”