She had a small child
so weak, like a seed under the snow.
Then someone knocked at the door,
came in, took the small one and left
...it was Death.
Tell me, Night and Water,
where's my child?
Go at once through the woods
and you'll find him (2)
The mother cried
and she ran through the woods so deep
she saw a hothouse in the distance
went there, she felt her child was there
Tell me, wise gardener,
Where's my child ?
Search under the flowers
and you'll find him
She found her child,
the small little seed, with a pulse so weak.
Then Death entered the hothouse.
It grew cold, her hands cold as ice.
Listen to me, poor mother
your darling
would never have a healthy and joyfull life.
Hand me this little seedling, I beg you,
and put his little heart to rest.
so weak, like a seed under the snow.
Then someone knocked at the door,
came in, took the small one and left
...it was Death.
Tell me, Night and Water,
where's my child?
Go at once through the woods
and you'll find him (2)
The mother cried
and she ran through the woods so deep
she saw a hothouse in the distance
went there, she felt her child was there
Tell me, wise gardener,
Where's my child ?
Search under the flowers
and you'll find him
She found her child,
the small little seed, with a pulse so weak.
Then Death entered the hothouse.
It grew cold, her hands cold as ice.
Listen to me, poor mother
your darling
would never have a healthy and joyfull life.
Hand me this little seedling, I beg you,
and put his little heart to rest.