In winter a wolf ran cross the sound here.
He doesn't do anything, speak, don't speak,
you can always discern a wolf.
Strange thing, the lamp bigger than the boat,
are they jacklighting already in July?
Don't speak a word, the water carries
the voice, the lake, it carried already
2000 years ago, when someone tried to speak, to ski
on the ice of Lake Genesareth.