A sun-tanned shady personis wandering along the shoreI think itâs the twilight dreamerwho probably knows moreThe old bearded man isnow watching the twilight timeA seagull is floating abovethe sea and gets a fish in timeThousands of faces,theyâre laughing at himThe crimson ball is gentlyfalling without making a noiseThe only sounds he hearsare the thousands facesâ voiceHear them say: they show us the wayThere comes LydiaLydiaâs waltzingDancing Lydia in the crimson ballHe longs to his young drownedLydia who died in a terrible wayThe thousand faces are laughing,theyâll never tell him the wayThe tears are burning in hiseyes and theyâre dropping in his beardTheyâre twinkling in the twilight timeHe himself feels quite weirdThe crimson ball, heâs drowning nowThere comes LydiaLydiaâs waltzingDancing Lydia in the crimson ballThere comes LydiaLydiaâs waltzingDying Lydia in the crimson ballThe ceremony is over, the crimsonball has goneThe twilight dreamer is tired andis also moving onThe crimson ball,heâs gone away now