The Onlooker

he could be seen every night

at the end of the grand cabaret

a cig in his gloved hand

and a mouth to kiss a beast

his eyes were so bright, really

that they seemed made to kill you

but you can't blame him for those

'cause he's already been condemned

" sing for me my dear,

i shall give you ear

don't you stop my dear

for i can make you scream

i know your voice is warm

it looks like made of fur

silent dreams are funny

(my) words may seem uncunny

but,know i love you for your song

i know it may sound very strange

and i 'have come to see your face

and these words sung in which you lay"

and one night at the end of her show

he stood still and aggressive

one last drag smoked on his cig

the moment finally came

there she was light and brilliant

he said he was a ripper

(to) the frightened girl the strange man said

"your voice you 'll no more share

open up your ears so that i make things clear

you're not theirs anymore

you'll no longer be their whore

I want your love, your songs and your

your pretty heart to burn

you'll ever be my dream

i am free i'm living

what if you shut up from your chant

i'd throw myself from the bridge

your song will reach no other man

your performance comes to its end

your performance comes to its end"