Hey, little girl!
You drink water
and you are drunk.
Here you will drown,
having legs won't help you,
you'll sink
in a harbor.
Hey, little fool!
It’s not breaststroke –
it’s front crawl,
to cross it [the sea],
you would need shoulders
on your body.
But he is different,
he was born on an ocean,
he is a great captain,
a monumental lover,
you are lost here.
Hey, little girl!
Two people never leave each other –
it always happens that one leaves
and the other one yearns [languishes]
in a harbor.
Hey, little simpleton
with your pot of jam!
You will suffer a failure
without an adventure
in the north.
But he is different,
he was born on Mont Blanc,
he is a great mountain climber,
a monumental lover,
you have lost your way.
Hey, little nun!
If you’re looking for the hereafter,
don’t bring it to the cardinal
to open it for you
again.
Hey, little worm!
I am yourself and I tell you
that you’ve already grown up,
therefore rise up
and leave your cargo hold,
in a harbor.
Your little girl’s heart is dead.
Hey, little girl,
to your right is the Arch of Triumph!
Hey, little girl,
to your left is a god that sleeps!
Hey, little girl,
in front of you are the pyramids!
Hey, little girl,
behind you is the spirit of the Bastille!