E' La Pulce D'acqua

It's the water flea
that the shadow stole from you
and now you are sick
and the autumn fly
that you crushed
will not forgive you.
On the stream's water
maybe you bent too much,
you call your shadow,
but it will not return.
It's the water flea
that the shadow stole from you
and now you are sick
and the green snake
that you crushed
will not forgive you.
So you must sing for a long time
to be forgiven
and the water flea knows
the shadow will return to you