Quetzalcoatl’s ship in a night-time fever
Of some boy or girl by the waterside
Surface of the sea that for a shark is enormous
The mouth of hell, a ship without a sail
It might be a coffin, shape of a rectangle
Rectangle of consciousness in the universe
Be alright, be okay
Be much better on holiday
Down by the water, down by the sea
I drank a bottle and laid down to sleep
With your words you make the world
You have made me this: An empty bottle

Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in thе ground