In the middle of an endless ocean, A secret place with no return, It awakens primal feelings, And urgently calls restless hearts. A secret island — an oasis, A flotilla of lost waves, Trapping anyone in a frozen moment, A place with endless tides. I gaze, as if bewitched, At the vision that so invitingly beckons me, And I bow before the finger of fate, In disbelief… and distrust. Dark waters Are pulling me in, Dragging me deeper down, To the very bottom of the azure sea. Dark waters, The vision fades into the mist, I’m sinking into the whirlpool of the deep. There’s no way back — it’s crossed out. Dark waters… Ooh-ooh-ooh… Dark waters… Ah-ah-ah… Dark waters… Ooh-ooh-ooh… Ripples of waves beat stubbornly Above my hidden sanctuary, Exploding and pulsing in the very depths, Like the feverish beat of a heart. The rhythm rises, wild and untamed, Unthinkably rushes and gallops, Shaking the depths to their core, Until it breaks all barriers. I gaze, as if bewitched, At the vision that so invitingly beckons me, And I bow before the finger of fate, In disbelief… and distrust. Dark waters Are pulling me in, Dragging me deeper down, To the very bottom of the azure sea. Dark waters, The vision fades into the mist, I’m sinking into the whirlpool of the deep. The path feels like it’s one‑way, irrevocable. Dark waters… Ooh-ooh-ooh… Dark waters… Ah-ah-ah… Dark waters… Ooh-ooh-ooh… Dark waters…
