There is a fish in the jar at my window,
This fish is rather happy in his jar.
He forgot that the sea was his sweet home,
And he has no sorrow in his jar behind the glass.
Up and down, it's a short way
Even the TV looks more fun
There has never been a storm, it's always dead calm
And the food falls directly from the sky.
The world is like framed, it's quiet and warm.
It's round as the jar, and clear as the glass.
But all of a sudden the fish ran into bad luck,
One day, the water in the jar dried up.