Empress,
Do you remember how we were building a house
It was good in every way, but empty
So many years
We embroidered the snow with silver
We feared to touch acid
So many years
We sang till the seventh rooster (crowed)
We sang, but feared to speak
Because, empress,
If you wanted enemies
Who would dare refuse you?
So what are we doing
Always drinking this trash as yet
Grabbing the devil by the horns
After all, we've been told
That morning won't take its toll
Promised, that the burden is light
Was it all for nothing, that we have been
Building the house for so many years
Is it our fault that it's empty?
At least now
We know what it's like with silver
We'll see how it is with acid.