I put on a red lipstick as a sign of mourning
And a black overcoat
He was a distinguished man, my uncle.
Mother do not cry, swallow and forget
His greedy hands between my legs.
Now he is in the grace of God.
Good little girl, do your counting
More points to whom is not ashamed
Let's play blind man's bluff
So your uncle takes you to the mountains.
We extend the extreme greeting to a pure soul,
A noble example of a father, a friend and a brother
And I feel the deep contempt, their eyes on me
I unveiled the ignoble incest and they did not believe me.
Good little girl, little by little
Quiet, it does not bite and does not run away
Let's play blind man's bluff
So your uncle takes you on vacation.
Good little girl, do your counting
Who seeks something, sooner or later he'll find it
Oh my little joy, do it again
So your uncle takes you to the merry-go-round
So your uncle takes you to the merry-go-round.
I put on a carmine red lipstick
And nothing under my overcoat
In honor of my tormentor.