in warm summernights
  arew playing on their secret placer
  Divinities under big old trees
  are telling tales of long
  forgotten days.

  That's where the good winds
  blow over me
  and the watercourse is running
  free into the sea!

  Water-nymphs are teasing
  golden shrimps
  while Neptune is turning the tide
  Rainbows are bowing and stars
  are glowing
  when Jupiter goes to the skies.

  That's where the good winds over my head
  and the hand of peace covers the eart
  since the mighty first when through universe
  and rested for a while