A little girl her heart of gold

For silvercoins her heart she sold

That little girl was led astray

With silvercoins she had to pay

See this gound, where she bled

Come with me and dance her spirit dead

And the whispering winds weep her name

Her lips turnes as blue as her empty eyes

On naked ground she naked lies

Come with me and burn our love

Come, dance her spirit dead

See this ground...