Stand by the seaside and gaze down the water,
the city down there lies asleep.
Where dwell nought but fish and the souls of the restless,
a name’s all she’s left for to keep.
One hundred years ago no one would save her,
no one would spend but a dime:
Join me tonight on my way to Vineta,
lets bring this town back to time.
Come, come, come to Vineta,
the city of streets paved with gold.
Come, come, come to Vineta,
the city, once properous and bold,
now drowned in the baltic so cold.
Look, there she’s rising all out of the water,
the town, once so proud and so gay.
No one saw her her rooftops, her pavements a-sparkle
for one hundred years and a day.
Deep down below in the dark we must dwell, we
cannot breathe the light but today –
six hundred years we have prayed for redemption,
child, don’t leave us in dismay.
Come, come, come to Vineta,
come and bring coins in your purse.
Come, come, come to Vineta,
buy something, one pennie’s worth,
and thus set us free from this curse.
Purchase our goods, gorgeous combs, splendid brooches
of corals, of seashells, of stone.… Weiterlesen