A small human only pretends to die It wanted to be completely alone The small heart stood still for hours So they decided it was dead It is being buried in wet sand With a music box in its hand
The first snow covers the grave It woke the child very softly In a cold winter night The small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child It wound up the music box A melody in the wind And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider! And no angel climbs down My heart does not beat anymore Only the rain cries on the grave Up and down, rider A melody in the wind My heart does not beat anymore And the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence It hears the cries in the night And no angel climbs down Only the rain cries on the grave
Between hard oak boards It will play with the music box A melody in the wind And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider! And no angel climbs down My heart does not beat anymore Only the rain cries on the grave Up and down, rider A melody in the wind My heart does not beat anymore And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider! My heart does not beat anymore
On Dead Sunday they heard This melody from the graveyard Then they unearthed it They saved the small heart in the child
Up and down, rider! A melody in the wind My heart does not beat anymore And the child sings on the ground
Up and down, rider! And no angel climbs down My heart does not beat anymore Only the rain cries on the grave Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
