| Dancing sprites in warm summernights | |
| Are playing on their secret place | |
| Divinities under big old trees | |
| Are telling tales of long forgotten days | |
| That's where the good winds blow | |
| Over me | |
| And the watercourse is running free | |
| Into the sea | |
| Water-nymphs are teasing golden shrimps | |
| While Neptune is turning the tide | |
| Rainbows are bowing and stars are glowing | |
| When Jupiter goes to the skies | |
| That's where the good winds blow | |
| Over my head | |
| And the hand of peace left over the earth | |
| Since the mighty first when through universe | |
| And rested for a while, that was the birth... | |
| Water-nymphs are teasing golden shrimps | |
| While Neptune is turning the tide | |
| Rainbows are bowing and stars are glowing | |
| When Jupiter goes to the skies | |
| That's where the good winds blow | |
| Over my head | |
| And the hand of peace left over the earth | |
| Since the mighty first when through universe | |
| And rested for a while, that was the birth... |