The first hour of the morning is on schedule
for the night has become gray and pale.
Now the world holds its breath out there
and the moon is a golden line of thought.
Now it is late. Now it is early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and elegantly.
Now it is late. Now it is early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and elegantly.
Now the witch swings in the last dance,
and the shadows are shadows more than before.
Soon the sun awakens the world of the trance,
while the troll bursts and the vampire dies.
Now it is late. Now it is early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and elegantly.
Now it is late. Now it's early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and elegantly.
A formed car glances down the bend.
There stands a green-eyed hulder without clothes.
She must have been there ! But no, now there is no one.
She fled between night and day and trees.
The condemned man prays for the very last time
before he is taken outside and shot.
While the monk gets ready for the morning chant,
the sun strikes – and another day is broken.
Now it is late. Now it is early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and elegantly.
Now it is late. Now it is early.
Look, the moon man bows deeply and stylishly.