මං මගේම ටයිම් මැසිමක් මට ඕනැ විදිහට හදාන කාලේ තරනය කරනව මගෙ රාමුවෙ මං ඉන්නව උඹේ රාමුවේ කතාන්දර මට තේරෙන්නෑ මගේ රාමුවේ කතාන්දර උඹට තේරෙන්නෑ මං උඹේ රාමුවට නාවත් උඹ මගේ රාමුවට නාවත් අපි දෙන්නම අඬනව මගේ දරැවො A small person just pretends to die 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 Gods 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 https://youtube/watch?v=O4z8iso0cEU
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 18:18:47 +0000
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