Lyrics

[Verse 1] He waits for the midday's wind The wave comes and lies down wearily With a fan every day The old one makes the water smooth I throw the stone for fun The water moves in circles The old one looks sadly at me And swept it smooth again In the white sand, the old man Trembling, smokes his pipe Only the water and I know Why he needs this fan Premonition sleeps like a volcano Hesitating, I asked him then His head bent, it seemed he slept Before he died he said [Chorus] The water shall be your mirror Only when it is smooth will you see How much fairy tale is left for you And you will plead for salvation [Verse 2] The fan pressed against his body His hand stiffens with rigor mortis They had to break his fingers The fan stays back in the sand I call the old one every day For him to save me here I stay back in the midday's wind And I can read in the fan [Chorus] The water shall be your mirror Only when it is smooth will you see How much fairy tale is left for you And you will plead for salvation