Текст песни: Rebekka (Tragoedie) + перевод

She stood there on the cliff

Laughing

Her big black hair in the wind

Breathing

I was on that cliff too

Swaying

She told me all about herself

I wanted her dead

You thought I was mad

Maybe I was too

Mad for an instant

Mad for you

She stood there quiet

Near triumphant

One hand in pocket

Smiling, saying

Why don’t you kill me?

She stood there on a cliff

Smiling

I was there too

Swooning

She told me all about herself

I was listening

Why don’t you kill me dear?

That’s just what I did, I killed her

Dead

Now she was lying there

On the floor

Head struck on a heavy piece

On the floor

Of a ship’s tackle thrown on the third

On the third day cast

Cast out by my own hands

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