The housemaid woke her up at 6:42,
The girl wrinkles her eyes to keep out the light,
Recites same prayer as always to do her duty to god,
Straight away a cross is made on her chest,
Whose is the car which is waiting two blocks to the south.
The chauffeur takes her, equipped with textbooks,
Mama waves goodbye to her at the door,
The girl is 9 years old; how was she was going to know
That for more than 4 months they have been tailing her,
And the the car waiting two blocks away starts its engine.
A shot in the chauffeur's temple, the girl is at the mercy of circumstances,
A tree stops the momentum; they have her surrounded,
Her forhead struck against the glass and has opened a wound,
The neighbours all lock themselves in no-one has seen anything,
and the hand which killed her chauffeur now silences her screams,
The girl is a number with a lot of zeros from today.
The girl now doesn't wrinkle her eyes hasn't seen the light,
In hell's branch office there are no windows,
Her fate is bought and sold for another country's notes,
Her life is a vulgar trade resembling death,
The girl isn't going to go to her English class this afternoon.
The girl is a shadowy form tied up in a brown Chrysler,
A shoe presses her spine, a handkerchief her mouth,
The girl is scared to death and doesn't know why.
The girl doesn't know that even God sometimes makes mistakes,
The girl is sleeplessness and news, the girl is not there.
Her planet changed size, and measures 4 x 3
Her sun is the light that leaks in beneath a door,
The girl now sees no difference beween a day and a month,
The girl doesn't know whether she sleeps or stays awake,
The girl now has spent 3 months looking for a reason.
Six kilos lighter the girl has pink sores,
Papa almost crazy, mama in hospitals once again,
The delivery is agreed with a disguised voice,
The same one that has come offering bodily souvenirs,
And fear laughs at everyone and hands are rubbed together,
The future will look dog-faced if it wants to.
Now the girl doesn't wrinkle her eyes hasn't seen the light,
In hell's branch office there are no windows,
Her fate is bought and sold for another country's notes,
Her life is a vulgar trade resembling death,
The girl now hasn't been to ballet for 10 months.
On the specified day the money is under a bridge,
the girl at last leaves the room where the was kept,
Everything goes as they agreed there is nothing not done,
Suddenly the chief bursts into the house without covering his face,
The girl recognises someone familiar1
Plans since the incident have had to change.
1. or possibly a relation