Down by the harborside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope
It was a perfect match
Dreaming of escape
Feeling almost detached
Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water
The morning bells begin
Schoolchildren chant and spin
A length of rope
Below a hanging tree
Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be
Should our love increase
We are all released like statues from marble
While in a prison yard
They're taking turns to guard
A length of rope
Are you too weak to fight?
Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight
Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water
Still our love increased
We are all released like statues from marble

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN