There is a nest for little water rats in the hair
So floats her slim body with a stream
She is so pale and cold that a willow
Cried so many leaves in a silent agony
And the rings in the water around her are blooming roses
Red are for love
White are for death
An old salamander is sitting on the bank
And a dragon head appeared in the sunlight
He doesn't know anything about the yound woman's pain
Anything about cruelty and anything about love
And the rings in the water around her are blooming roses
Red are for love
White are for death
The sunset glided her cheeks
An eel is slipping over her white chest
And through the branches breathed her last
A touch of sadness and a touch of lust
And the rings in the water around her are blooming roses
Red are for love
White are for death