Behind the trees, deep in the forest
There is a well, it is old.
Thousands of hands built it,
It stands where the sun never shone.
He is dangerous, avoids him!,
Mothers begged on their knees.
A legend, the melody,
Sings where a child once cried!
In the night of the full moon
hö You hear this whistling.
A child can't help it
Wants to go to the well.
You can hear the whistle coming from the well.
Arrived at the well
Look deeply down,
completely captivated by the melody.
I'm pulling you in
I'm pulling you in!
And the child, it falls down.
That's the game.
No one there to guard it.
Two are too many.
The old spell, it's over
The child in the well is free
Behind the trees, deep in the forest,
there is a well, it is old.
Thousands of hands built it,
the melody begins again!