Water, that's what we ask you for. Water!
And you, Lord, only give us wind
And you turn your back on us
And pretend that you cannot hear us.
In the orchard the soil is dry,
Everything we have sowed has died;
The orange trees have all withered
And the wheat has died, it never even sprouted.
Water, that's what we ask you for. Water!
And you, Lord, only give us wind!
Before, Lord, you were blossoms;
Now, Lord, you are just thistles.
Before, Lord, you were love
But now love has died out!
Water, that's what we ask you for. Water!
And you, Lord, only give us wind!
Before, Lord, you were orchards;
Now, Lord, you are dust and wind.
Before, Lord, you were people
And now, where are they? Where are the people?
Water, that's what we ask you for. Water!
And you, Lord, only give us wind
And you turn your back on us
And pretend that you cannot hear us.
Water, that's what we ask you for... Water!