Thick mists cover the water,
mountains loom over me,
an old wooden quay
leading to nowhere.
Oh, I got so terribly lost,
I can see through the fog,
but I can't feel the cold.
Oh, dance with me
on this old wooden quay.
I take off my dress and feel the wind,
the wind that is roughing up the waters,
carressing my skin.
Come, follow me, my sweetheart,
we'll go for a swim
and we'll dance under water
in the dark.
As the waves crush over me
and I sink
and I dance,
I can see through the mist
and the dark.
Oh, I got so terribly lost.
