Where goes the water, where goes the soul and the sap and the evaporating tears (us yes)
Going where, going there, hallelujah, going where, he is (where), yes, him
And here I'm making a fountain of him
And here I am a milk fountain
She swallows, dazzled, under the bed trees, the delighted bird
Downstream where we live, pale lips, water of life, nourished pale
And here I'm making a fountain of him
And here I am a milk fountain
Tadada...
And here I'm making a fountain of him
And here I am a milk fountain