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.      
