THERE IS A CHILD AND SHE SLEEPS IN THE GUTTER DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SHE'S EASY TO SEE SHE IS NOT YOUR CHILD SHE'S ALWAYS ANOTHER'S AND THOSE YOU ABANDON THEY ARE LEFT TO ME
AND KNOW I WILL IMPALE HER LIKE A KNIFE LEAVE HER TWISTING DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY OF A VERY SHORT LIFE WITH ME
LISTEN NOW CLOSELY AND HEAR HOW I'VE PLANNED IT PLEASE LET ME TELL YOU JUST HOW IT WILL BE
SHE'LL FEEL THE PAIN BUT SHE WON'T UNDERSTAND IT SHE'LL THINK IT'S HER FATE BUT WE'LL KNOW IT'S ME
AND KNOW I WILL IMPALE HER LIKE A KNIFE LEAVE HER TWISTING DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY OF A VERY SHORT LIFE WITH ME
SO LET ME KNOW HAVE I BEEN CLEAR THAT I WILL MAGNIFY EACH CUT AND EVERY BRUISE AND EVERY SINGLE CHILDHOOD TEAR
I'LL PICK HER SCABS CRIPPLE A HAND PUSH A FINGER IN EACH WOUND I MAKE NOW TELL ME THEN DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU UNDERSTAND YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU UNDERSTAND
AND KNOW I WILL IMPALE HER LIKE A KNIFE LEAVE HER TWISTING DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY OF A VERY SHORT LIFE WITH ME
[If Beethoven will release to him this final musical creation, then Mephistopheles will give up all claims on the child, irrevocably removing himself and all his evil underlings from the child's life for all eternity.]
[Beethoven immediately turns away, determined to give a firm and final no. But before the word can leave his lips he finds himself looking back out the window. He tries to convince himself that the child means nothing to him, especially when compared to the Tenth Symphony. But with every word disclaiming her, she digs deeper and deeper into his soul.]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
