The gravediggers lick their lips And push their shovels against the earth In anticipation, they discretely look my way
No, no, I reproach You've come for the wrong one today I don't have the strength to walk away
I wait, afraid I pray
They stand together, discuissing my fate The wind carries to them my assurances There's still warm blood coursing through these veins Impure thoughts inside this brain
I wake with a start in a luxurious warm bed Beyond the curtains, I see the cathedral And at her feet, the gravediggers work They turn my way, shouting and smiling mockingly
I throw open the delicate lock Snow rushes in to fall on me No, no, I reproach You've come for the wrong one, I'm afraid
They look at me incredulously They wait improperly, eyes devouring me