[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