We are all above water,

who give birth to fools,

who's go overland,

we are all sorrowful.

Under the cherrytree,

where the flowers are in bloom,

there is siting a fool,

who is saying for himself:

„Down to hell or up the sky,

red or white,

the day or the night

let or find

evil or kind,

is the time above water?“

Under the cherrytree,

where the flowers are in bloom,

there is siting a fool,

who is saying for himself.

The cherry fell down

on the ground

and then fool jumped

where he drowned

and where he found

the ansvers to all his questions.

We are all above water,

who give birth to fools,

who's go overland,

we are all sorrowful.

And this is the story

of a fool

who wanted to change the world

to better be above water