There is no peace in the doldrums
Sing of me as a warning, lost at sea
The people in the lighthouse are gone
The light remains on
But I'm on a boat in the dark
Apart from my family who mourns "me"
So I beg of you, erase me
But do not bury me in a quiet place
For I cannot bear to be without rain
Let nature lament over my fate even with coarse sand

I am sick of the doldrums' lies
Sweep me up in a storm and let this false peace die
Bring me to the beach for it calmed my parents
And it never fails to shush me

The moon shines on you
And you are its puppet
Perhaps there is a prospect of an appeal on my behalf?
To the light that does not burn the eyes to look at
Do not fret, I'll tell you what to say, it's very common
Do not let me rot alone forgotten