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 Totensonntag they heard, this melody from god's field,
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
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