In a house that soon will be torn down
Which interests only a few
On the fifth floor there is a weird door
What was behind it, I used to not know
I only know that up to that house rides
A bald-headed guy in a crimson fur coat
Currant-red stars are in the sky
A dark chauffer waits in the cab
On the fifth floor the bald guy always
Looks around, then turns the key
Only once I caught a peep behind that door
Wind hurled sand in my eyes
There was an abyss more than five floors deep
I'm glad I didn't step into it
Below me depth, a black crater
Stars, and then the shiny, bald-headed moon