A little girl, her heart of gold For silvercoins her heart she sold That little girl was led astray With silvercoins she had to pay See this ground, where she bled Come with me and dance her sprit dead And so the whispering winds weep her name Her lips turned as blue as her empty eyes On naked ground she naked lies Come with me and burn our love Come dance her spirit dead See this ground, where she bled Come with me and dance her sprit dead