Translation To: Spieluhr)



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 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