Under the broken bridge, br On that one silent night, br In acute misery, Rhapsodic agony, br Enraptured tunes br Which caught my ears, br I sharpened my vision br And straightened my back in attention br I listen br In stillness of the night br Tormented wind hushed, br The moon transported br With spirits to devour br The darkness in hand with black, br Who is the master and who is to judge? br Who is the spectator who is the abator? br I reason not br But it was buds of agony and ecstasy, br Of that I am sure br It was them who were making love, br On that one silent night br Under the broken bridge.