I'd like a cloud cushion if I shake it,
Instead of feathers on the trees,
Sparkling water droplets sit,
They fall asleep.
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I'll give my cloud pillow a good shake,
I see the drops growing.
They are as big as a whale,
The thirst of the earth is quenched
I shake my pillow, I shake my pillow,
I can hardly see the drops anymore.
When they reach the ground, they shrink,
Slowly, they gather in small puddles.
I'd like a cloud cushion if I'm still shaking,
I'm scared I'll get soaked.
Sunshine, if it would smile,
The puddle would not multiply
I no longer shake my pillow.
The sun shines all over the world.
This is how a drop of water becomes a mist,
S put back so the pillow.
