On the walls of Venus's temple
The tale of Narcissus and Echo
A beautiful young nymph
Sentenced to repeat
The last words of the others
Never to talk first

She fell in love with Narcissus
And followed him longing to speak
He said: Who is here?, and she replied: Here
He called for her saying: Come
She just replied: Come

As none came near, Narcissus
Called her again
Why do you shun me
She could only say the same

These words hurt deep
His pride his actions leads
I would rather die
Than you should have me

Narcissus went forth
To a fountain in the north
He kneeled down to drink
And then he fell in love

He said: Who is here?
His voice kept sounding: Here
He called again the one
That couldn't ever come

His face was young and
In the crystal waters glowed
His smile was cold reflecting
Back a thought

I would rather die
Than you should have me