Why do they come in our world to shed the blood ? Why do they kill us and spoil our only home ? Why do they think that we want to live to let them eat ? Why do they doom us to die in their dead nets loop ?
Inside the dead grasp of net walls We are rushing to and fro And presentiment of painful death Evokes soundless shout So let it sound in your ears To remind you how we were free in our native seas And how we were killed
We are the sons of ocean We are the children, the children of the sea