[Woodpecker A:] Pecking the rays of the sun Watching the falling of a tree Stop this nonsense at once! And swallow the flow of the sea [Woodpecker B:] But wooden is the tool of fate Drawing the dawn of my tears Let me peck a hole in wood And plunge myself into bliss [Wooden woodpecker:] No longer a tree I'll call This wooden-hearted sun in me As a tree is what I'm now Living the rotting of my seed