Louise went swimming in a river In the morning She brought a basket full of apples And a tangerine But she couldn't find a friend She wanted to bring When she entered the water With a trembling voice She wondered why she chose to turn a living man Into a ghost But she couldn't blame anyone For having the choice Louise, do not cry, do the right thing And I'll come back sometimes When the wind blowing high, a moon of tangerine Hang from the sky I'll be the shadow of the memory Falling from your eye There are flowers in bloom around the apple tree That I love the most But the land of this country has no mercy For its shadows Well, I cannot blame anyone For being a ghost