Danse Macabre [English translation]

Six million hearts flew up out of the chimney

I will forgive myself my little lies today, my love

we will dance with the villagers in the village square

we will laugh

I love you

Love is hate and hate is love

we're going to the party, the coachman's whip cracks

in a red velvety blouse

you look like Eve and Maria

they will kill me today

My children understood, they're looking at me suspiciously

the third eye is an empty space above the nose

God has calmly gotten drunk on cheap Balkan liqueur

and now he's sleeping away

else it doesn't sense