Oh, ghostly world, brilliant
Soul embarrassed yours.
There sugar is much sweeter
Than at home, in his native land.
But I know a long time ago I
What wonderful miracles are full
Yours and my dear
Great seabed.
At the depth, at the depth,
Fish freestyle is very cool to swim at the bottom.
Is the earthly world
With our underwater country
Where a noisy pack,
Fish play at depth.
A mullet tambourine, a trout harp,
At the ramp pipe, carp pipe,
Sausage tuna, banjo mackerel,
And on the drum is cancer.
On the violin pollack, burbot the bass,
With iwashi guitars with whiting,
And in the string structure they got a hamsa
And on vocals salak.
There is sand and heat above,
There is no problem here,
It is clear to everyone how cool it is - at the depth.
And, at the depth, at the depth.
The song of sardines, music seems wondrous to me.
There is sand and heat above,
There are no problems here.
It is clear to everyone that it is safe - at depth.
Happiness for many arthropods - at a depth.
Even the herring is dancing tap dance,
Even wrasses beat the drums,
It is clear to everyone how cool it is - at the depth.
