Caterpillar, caterpillar, blue caterpillar,
where are you crawling?
This summer evening, on frosted glass
lightly clouded and cold,
how beautiful your belly, faintly, faintly, transparent!
Does the light outside make you lonesome,
do you miss the little flute inside?
Caterpillar, caterpillar, blue caterpillar,
where are you going alone?