1983...Рыбочеловек, которым я должен был стать

Hurrah, I awake from yesterday 
Alive, but the war is here to stay 
So my love, Catherina and me, decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea 
Not to die but to reborn, away from lands so battered and torn 
Forever, forever 

Oh say, can you see it's really such a mess
Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lipstick tube shaped things,
Continue to rain and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red as our feet find the sand, and the sea is straight ahead, straight up ahead 

Well it's too bad that our friends, can't be with us today 
Well it's too bad 
The machine, that we built, would never save us', that's what they say (That's why they ain't coming with us today) And they also said it's impossible for a man to live and breathe under water, forever, was their main complaint 
And they also threw this in my face, they said: Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King (grace of the King) (Yeah, yeah) 

So my darling and I make love in the sand, to salute the last moment ever on dry land 
Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well 
Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell 
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile 
Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise 
Of the out of style, the out of style, out of style(oooh)...