Deep in the mountain, a little spring,
Who comes for a drink from the spring?

The rabbits at the break of day,
Rubbing their eyes when they awake,
Come to the spring to wash their faces,
They drink only, then go away.

Clear and clean water, the little spring,
Who comes for a drink from this little spring?

In the moonlit night the roe deer,
Hide-and-seek's the game they play.
They become thirsty, rush to here;
After a quick drink, they go away.