Novicia [English translation]

She crossed the early line of her childhood,

she wore that dress colour of yesterday

and went, like a prayer in autumn, on her feet,

wounded, providing life

just at the corner, trembling, absent-minded

in her nakedness.

Her thin bones in cross

are rocking her in a faint light,

a guy is stroking her, and she,

a novice, is crying.

Ah, where is her love, her little charming prince?

A night so dark is releasing

cheap moons on her trousseau!

She drank her glass of oblivion and went out again,

fourteen sunk dreams, drowning.

The loneliness escorts her,

as a faithless dark dog,

barking at that dead moon that’s chasing her

with the shadow of her childhood.

Her thin bones in cross

are rocking her in a faint light,

a guy is stroking her, and she,

a novice, is selling herself.

Ah, where is her love, her little charming prince?

A night so dark is releasing

cheap moons on her trousseau!

She crossed the early line of her childhood,

she wore that dress colour of yesterday.

She drank her glass of oblivion and went out again,

fourteen sunk dreams, drowning.

Crying, selling, drowning, selling.