To live is to die,
To live more is to die more,
Take me up before I live more,
I don’t want to fight with the shore.
Days are hard and tireless,
I am fade of with my night sleepless.
Oh god! Get me some, get me some, and get me some,
To whom I will show my cry,
When there is none.
Something I felt,
Something in me held,
Gasping grabbed me,
I felt like drowning,
I realized I am deceased,
My body fell flat on the sand,
They all took me with eight hands.