Who wanders there to and fro always at midnight
What kind of something blindly thru the corridor runs
What for somebody striking like a nut with all his might
Plays a Bach’s fugue every night?
The whole house wobbles as a drunk
It shakes totally from basements to attic
The ballet of spectra can go till the morning
A man feels constantly like a sweating mouse
A haunted house
The Last Judgement
There isn’t even a way
How to run away
Who wanders there to and fro always at midnight
How many nightmarish dreams today the neighbor dreams
Whose is the voice that calls for help every night
When finally to this game the end comes?
A haunted house...