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      Hop hop, rider   and no angel climbs down   my heart does not beat anymore   only the rain cries on the grave   Hop hop, 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      Hop hop, rider   and no angel climbs down   my heart does not beat anymore   only the rain cries on the grave   Hop hop, rider    a melody in the wind   my heart does not beat anymore   and the child sings from the ground      Hop hop, rider    my heart does not beat anymore      On Dead Sunday they heard ***   this melody from god's field ****   then they unearthed it   they saved the small heart in the child      Hop hop, rider    a melody in the wind   my heart does not beat anymore   and the child sings on the ground   Hop hop, rider   and no angel climbs down   my heart does not beat anymore   only the rain cries on the grave