Текст песни Pale Roses - Sea-Horses

Inspired by WH Hodgson

There's a fever on the coast, and it's killing children,
We are safer out on the sea where wild horses run,
Sea-horses with tails
Like if they were whales,
Coming and going with the tide.

I'm an old sea dog with a heavy diving gear,
Overwhelmed by sadness as the ocean-floor draws near,
Above, the north-winds roar,
Below, I'm looking for
Underwater ruins, for to hide.

Just a dozen fathoms deep is the place where I go
Roaming in the twilight with a little boy I know.
Would you say I'm insane
If you saw the white mane,
Me and my grandson on a sea-horse ride.