Old man, staring outwards
Fills his thoughts with contemplation
Sitting, soaked in sunlight
Staring downwards to the bench beneath him

"Hey there! What's your name?"
Crawling up to him, it talks again
"What are you doing sitting?
This ain't no place for kind old men like you."

"Wait for yourself down there
You'll find a way out
We'll meet again somewhere
I can feel it in my plumbs."

Old man, your eyes don't need direct sunlight!
Staring too long will blind your sight

Watch out! I'm just an insect
I've been outside now waiting for so long
You nearly stepped on my head
What's done is done get up now carry onwards
Watch out! I'm just an insect
And stop all staring straight into the sun
You nearly stepped on my head
The light will (lead you)
Run for (the light) will lead you
No need to chase it down my boy