A little girl, almost a woman

So pretty, so young

Sweet dress, shining hair

Dancing alone above the meadow

Smile on her divine face

Red lips and green eyes

The most beautiful creature

That mortaks have ever seen



But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry

The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night

Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave

Knowing nothing about her own destiny



One soul has gone

Lost in somewhere

The young mind has fallen

Into misery

Hey little girl

What is in your mind?

Can't you stop this dance you're dancing in the night?



But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry

The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night

Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave

Knowing nothing about her own destiny



The morning has come

Before our eyes

The young beauty lying

Under the godless sky

The mad child is sleeping

Her empty sleep

And finally leaves

To eternity



But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry

The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night

Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave

Knowing nothing about her own destiny