She gently hugged her toy
Before she broke it
And she felt a longing
And didn't know what for
Because she was lonely
And her hair so blonde
And her mouth as red as wine
But whoever drank from this wine
Couldn't be happy anymore
But someone said in spring:
"You too feel pleasure and pain"
And broke off a thousand roses for her
But she only broke his heart
Because she was lonely
And her hair so blond
And her mouth as red as wine
Yes, no one could kiss like that
And yet be so lonely
What was left of her life
A song that nobody sang
St. Peter left her to wait
For two eternities
Because she was lonely
And her hair so blond
And her heart as dead as stone
Then he called: Poor child, come
You shall never be lonely again