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"