So, am I just a brittle doll angel
When the fire burns the old long scrolls
In voiceless nights behind the walls
Love befalls
Crucified on the strings
Your violin pulls when it sings
Now, when my star is high and far from me
Can't, can't get your music out of mind
The beads are scattered on the floor
The string is torn.
Oh, I am so deaf and blind to know
From the tears a new day is born
Spring forgets the green
And summer doesn't seem to shed a rain
Autumn gold turns dark and gray
Flat winter snow clears the scene away
How to start a day
When every morning ray
Is doomed by grief and sadness
Life
Drop by drop
From the top
Explodes with madness
And before the lights go down
The strings are cut without a frown
So that my voice and your magic lore
May rest in peace forevermore