so many years ago. many more than i´d
even care to bear in my mind
from the darkest of all places i found you
all the limbs in their right places
and a heart made of real gold
sell me your little doll. oh sir. i ask you kind
every night i returned to watch them
the master and the puppet in the show
he said : "oh no. i cannot sell him...
priceless he is. masterpiece of mine. "
please. sell me your puppet. sir.
name your price. oh please.
whatever you may ask.
tenfold the price i pay
"did i not make it clear?
this debate is over.
i will never part from this puppet. my son... "
with hungry eyes i followed them all night
the blind master and the puppet he had made
"no. sir. to sell is not my will! "
the doll´s mine. even if i have to kill...
so it shall be... if this is what it takes
"oh. greed´s truly blinder than me... "
"heart of gold is what you wish for? "
"so. this little boy... wants to be... a puppet. for real... "
so. i have a golden heart
now only needing the voice of the master
never feel hunger. never grow older
my dream was to be a star in a real puppet show
it´s so hard to remember my life
the times before the show
can i ever cut of the strings?
"take a bow. now dance and sing... "
would you turn me to a child again?
"no. never. i am your guide. "
you can see a small grin on the face
of the master. when the puppet´s in his place
be careful of what you wish for
wishes might come alive
the twines are pulling me every day and night...
the show. the glitter and all the fame
i´d give away for a life
some things can end with a word; they say
this only ends with a sharp knife