If you try to follow her footsteps
You will find that she doesn't leave a single one...
She's so light
As the sound of
Her sister Syrinx's flute...
Tapping with the leaves and dancing, she flirts with the wind
And then her song sounds like piccolo...
Is innocent the rain that's falling on her face
Washing little sins of summer
Where water-fairy runs, when summer dance's done
Where will she hide?
When the nature sings the swan song
And the autumn gives the final cut
Like a painter, with her sorrow
She fades all colours to gray...