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, you did the right thing
And I'll come back sometimes
With the wind blowing high, a moon of tangerine
Hanging 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 it's shadows
Well, I cannot blame anyone
For being a ghost