Small humans do not die only to the light
wanted completely alone to be
the small heart stood quietly for hours
in such a way have one it for dead found
it is being buried in wet sand
with a play clock in the hand
the first snow the grave covered
completely gently the child waked
in cold winter night
are the small heart awaked
as the frost to the child flew
it the play clock drawn up
a melody in the wind
and from the earth sing the child
Hoppe hoppe riders
and no angel rise down
my heart strike any longer far
only the rain cry at the grave
hoppe hoppe riders
a melody in the wind
my heart continue to strike no longer
and from the earth sing the child
the cold Moon in full splendour
does not hear the cries at the night
and no angel rises down
only the rain cries at the grave
between hard oak halls
it with the play clock to play
a melody in the wind
and from the earth sings the child
Hoppe hoppe riders
and no angel rises down
my heart strikes any longer far
only the rain cries at the grave
hoppe hoppe riders
a melody in the wind
my heart continues to strike no longer
and from the earth sings the child
Hoppe hoppe riders
my heart strikes no longer
on dead Sunday continued to hear it
out God field this melody
to have there it it expenditure-beds
the small heart in the child saved
Hoppe hoppe riders
a melody in the wind
my heart strikes no more further
and on earth the child does not sing
hoppe hoppe riders
and no angel rises down
my heart strikes any longer to far
only the rain cries at the grave