A little girl, almost a woman  So pretty, so young  Sweet dress, shining hair  Dancing alone above the meadow  Smile on her divine face  Red lips and green eyes  The most beautiful creature  That mortaks have ever seen    But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry  The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night  Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave  Knowing nothing about her own destiny    One soul has gone  Lost in somewhere  The young mind has fallen  Into misery  Hey little girl  What is in your mind?  Can't you stop this dance you're dancing in the night?    But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry  The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night  Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave  Knowing nothing about her own destiny    The morning has come  Before our eyes  The young beauty lying  Under the godless sky  The mad child is sleeping  Her empty sleep  And finally leaves  To eternity    But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry  The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night  Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave  Knowing nothing about her own destiny