A sun-tanned shady person 
is wandering along the shore
I think it’s the twilight dreamer 
who probably knows more
The old bearded man is 
now watching the twilight time
A seagull is floating above 
the sea and gets a fish in time

Thousands of faces, 
they’re laughing at him

The crimson ball is gently 
falling without making a noise
The only sounds he hears 
are the thousands faces’ voice
Hear them say: they show us the way

There comes Lydia
Lydia’s waltzing
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball

He longs to his young drowned 
Lydia who died in a terrible way
The thousand faces are laughing, 
they’ll never tell him the way
The tears are burning in his 
eyes and they’re dropping in his beard
They’re twinkling in the twilight time
He himself feels quite weird

The crimson ball, he’s drowning now

There comes Lydia
Lydia’s waltzing
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball

There comes Lydia
Lydia’s waltzing
Dying Lydia in the crimson ball

The ceremony is over, the crimson 
ball has gone
The twilight dreamer is tired and 
is also moving on
The crimson ball, 
he’s gone away now