Carles P.
Champions League
A little human dies,
only seemingly Wanted to be alone
The little heart stood still for hours
So it was found dead
It is buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow that covered the tomb
Had gently awakened the child
In a cold winter night
The little heart awoke
When the frost flew into the child
It winded up the music box
A melody in the wind
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter* (* german knee bounce song)
And no angel descends
My heart is not beating anymore
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And from the ground sings the child
The cold moon in full glory
Hears the screams in the night
And no angel descends
Only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
And no angel descends
My heart is not beating anymore
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
My heart is not beating anymore
On the "Sunday of the dead"* they heard (*a religious holiday in Germany, the Sunday before Advent on which the dead are commemorated)
From God's field this melody
They disinterred it
Saved the little heart in the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And on the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
And no angel descends
My heart stops beating
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And on the ground sings the child
only seemingly Wanted to be alone
The little heart stood still for hours
So it was found dead
It is buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow that covered the tomb
Had gently awakened the child
In a cold winter night
The little heart awoke
When the frost flew into the child
It winded up the music box
A melody in the wind
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter* (* german knee bounce song)
And no angel descends
My heart is not beating anymore
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And from the ground sings the child
The cold moon in full glory
Hears the screams in the night
And no angel descends
Only the rain cries at the grave
Between hard oak boards It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
And no angel descends
My heart is not beating anymore
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And from the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
My heart is not beating anymore
On the "Sunday of the dead"* they heard (*a religious holiday in Germany, the Sunday before Advent on which the dead are commemorated)
From God's field this melody
They disinterred it
Saved the little heart in the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And on the ground sings the child
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
And no angel descends
My heart stops beating
Only the rain cries at the grave
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
A melody in the wind
My heart is not beating anymore
And on the ground sings the child
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