A small person just pretends to die

It wanted to be completely alone

The small heart stood still for hours

So they declared it dead

It is buried in wet sand

With a music box in its hand



The first snow that covered the grave

Woke the child very gently

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



Bumpety bump, rider

And no angel climbs down

My heart does not beat any longer

Only the rain cries at the grave

Bumpety bump, rider

A melody in the wind

My heart does not beat any longer

And the child sings from the ground



The cold moon, in full magnificence

Hears the cries in the night

And no angel climbs down

Only the rain cries at 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



Bumpety bump, 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



Bumpety bump, rider

My heart does not beat any longer



On Totensonntag they heard this

Melody from God's field

Then they unearthed it

They saved the small heart in the child



Bumpety bump, rider

A melody in the wind

My heart does not beat any longer

And the child sings on the ground

Bumpety bump, rider

And no angel climbs down

My heart does not beat any longer

Only the rain cries at the grave