Rammstein Speiluhr (english)
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
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
Up down, 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
Up 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 down, 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
Up down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings on the ground
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
