Far out on the blue sea
A song of return sounds
A song of life
Sailors sing it at this hour'
As they leave the friend at the bottom of the sea
Dead Handed over
He is already resting in a linen cloth
And hears the soft white wings going"
In the blue distances
A smile decorates him where he lies
That is the soul because it flies
Not to the stars
And a song calls to his corpse
That moves enticingly over cliffs
Like wind and Waves
?Birds fly over their heads
These are the souls
The sailors
The beautiful sailor sank like a stone
Into the depths Flood in
To unite
With all who thought of him
And who cry softly for him in the distant, silent night

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN