It's the water flea
that the shadow stole from you
and you are now sick
and the autumn fly
that you crushed
will not forgive you .
On the water of the stream
perhaps you have bent down too much,
you call your shadow,
but she will not return.
It is the flea water
that the shadow stole from you
and you are now sick
and the green snake
that you crushed
will not forgive you.
And then you must sing for a long time
to make you forgive
and the water flea who knows it
the shadow will make you