Ah my spring, my river,
ah of water pure and beautiful,
in your eyes a sun
that is my window.
Oh I wish I were the sea
to lull her
and make her sleep.
And not let her body go cold,
shelter her breast in my hands;
and let not wind, not rain, not sorrow,
nor the loneliness in her water
plunge my heart.
Oh I wish I were the sea
to lull her and make her sleep!