(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 Dead Sunday 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.