You see him creeping around the church
he has been alone for a year
The sadness took away all of his senses
he sleeps every night by her grave
There, by the bells sleeps a stone
and I alone can read it
and on the fence, the red rooster
who was your heart at that time
The fear has been skewered on this fence
I now go digging every night
to see what still remains
of the face that smiled for me
There by the bells I spend the night
there between snails, a lonely animal
during the day I run after the night
you escape me for the second time
Marry me
with my hands I dig deep
to find what I missed so much
and under the moon in its most beautiful dress
I have kissed your cold mouth
I take you tenderly by the arm
but your skin rips like paper
and parts fall off of you
you escape me for the second time
Marry me
So I take what still remains
the night is hot and we are naked
according to the curse the rooster greets the morning
so I hacked off his head
