You used to take a mischievous delight
In passing nude back and forth in front of your window
And me, I spied from the house facing you
So young, bubbling over and my life was just kicking in
I still spy on you today from time to time
Seeing you alone and without love
But I think that it’s your daughter that I see there
You can’t still be so beautiful
A thousand years of boredom
A thousand years weeping in the kitchen
Your hands worn-out in the drudgery of the washing up
Tell me if you life must be like that
And I’ll personally go and shoot your husband right now
The bastard who has put lines in your cheeks
And taken away all desire of being beautiful
When you mouth still had a thousand songs
And your heart a thousand schemes
He gathered you up the swine
And he plucked your youthful twenties
He left only the shadow of a sorrowful flower
He left just the shadow of a flower
We were weeping over all that
The other evening along with other woes
Laying out our dead skins on the immortal counter
We who could have offered you a gilded life
To you, the most beautiful girl of any of our young days
You that we see ageing with such a black heart
You used to take a mischievous delight
In passing nude back and forth in front of your window
And me, I spied from the house facing you
So young, bubbling over and my life was just kicking in
I still spy on you today from time to time
Seeing you alone and without love
But I think that it’s your daughter that I see there
You can’t still be so beautiful