crustaceans

"It's the water flea | that the shadow stole from you | and now you are sick | and the autumn fly | that you crushed | he will not forgive you. | On the water of the stream perhaps you | you bent down too much, | you call your shadow, but | she will not return. (Angelo Branduardi)"

"It's the water flea | that the shadow stole from you | and now you are sick | and the green snake | that you crushed | he will not forgive you. | And then you have to sing for a long time | to make you forgive me | and the water flea, who knows | the shadow will make you. (Angelo Branduardi)"