The house is full of life
Life is change
Even death is not stable
The house is full of whatever I bring to the table

If there is no supper, the children look to me
Then to the table and then to the sea
A son of a fisherman, like I used to be
I spent many a day staring out at that sea
Water apologizes for sorrow endlessly

And what change will come when our will is done?
I got married to my wife, she´s lovely
And I had a son [?]
Giving birth nearly killed me
Some say I died
And all that survived was my lullabies

The panic room is now a nursery
And there’s renovators renovating constantly
In the winter, the water is frank with me
Says, "Son, there is still a fisherman out on that sea

And he´s looking for his family
He´s looking for his family
He’s looking for the son of the sea
He´s looking for the son of the sea"