From the House of the Death, ., Act III: "Jesus, the Prophet of God" (Alexandr Petrovič Gorjančikov, Aljeja, mladý Tatar, Filka Morozov, v trestnici pod jménem Luka Kuzmič, Stařičký vězeň, Čekunov)

歌詞

In this town there is A house where people say No one has been allowed in for at least Two hundred years and maybe even more So old and dark with ivy Creeping and all curtains drawn so you Can't see in and some claim That they've seen ghosts and that it's haunted Only I can still Remember who lives in that house but when I met her she was young Although I can't say she was innocent Then a pack of gypsies came into the town They danced all night And as her father was a rich man Thought that they would kidnap her But in the end she'd taken one a prisoner You might wonder how A girl so soft and vulnerable could Overcome a man much stronger Well, let's just say she had a special way Since that day we'd never See her she had all her food and drink Delivered and some thought Perhaps the gypsy had been murdered But when I'd pass the house I would hear laughter And shadows dancing madly in the night Three years passed and someone Asked if I had heard some news but I Didn't answer and I'll tell you why It seems her gypsy wasn't dead at all Upstairs in a room So quiet dressed in blue and white Her love lying still alive And looking handsomer than ever