Lyric

In my shining days

You were selling matches in the crowd

I was painting your face

On my note

Your uneasy figure waiting for me

We were not used to be loved each other

We are weary

The tardy age is laughing at my serious theatrical

“Mein Vater, mein Vater

Erlkönig ist fortgegangen”

“Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir”

Whisper to me

Your uneasy figure waiting for me

We were not used to be loved each other

We are weary

I want to chase your sorrowful back like snap at it

Even if I will strike some matches

You will never appear

And I know you will never meet me

Erlkönig is not satisfied with only your kiss or temptation

Your sorrowful back

Don’t show me it

My love is enough to strike into your back

You have to leave me