A wicked fellow in father's room
His voice with darkness announcing doom
The boy behind the curtain easy to find
losing his father, his sight and his mind

As a man with no fear, for a woman he cares
But the heaviest footsteps head up the stairs.
The fellow so dreadful with that croaking throat
Hawking those glasses from inside his coat

Refrain:
Sneering motions, laughter so hideous
That ash-grey coat, it is Coppelius

This must be a dream, a phantasy of fever
That beauty of the moon, a pleasant thought of love

While thoughts of the puppet fade from his mind
His glasses work their magic, again he goes blind
The ash-grey coat staring out of the crowd
Those screams of death, sickening and loud

Refrain

Sneering laughter, hateful and nausious?
That coat disappears, where is Coppelius?