I have the hands of an old woman
And my bones are weak from rheumatism
I have tied my hair,
Put it so with my fingers
Where has the heart and mind been beaten,
Others seeks for comfort there
(There are)fallen flowers on floor
And the mat is blue
This aching,heavy back
And the heavy timbers of the ceiling
Feet are stepping heavily
I know,you will come at night
I made a blanket of branches on top of me
To shelter my bed
So that your knuckle won't hit me
And tame a bruising on me
You come through the door,
And you fall in the entryway
But I won't be afraid
You come through the walls
And you scream through the curtains
But I won't be afraid
You came back with your old anger
And pale,cold trees
When you are coming to my home,I Know
My heart will crumble
But I don't want another man
I won't touch anyone else
Your steps are early,
On my door I can hear
You come through the door,
And you fall in the entryway
But I won't be afraid
You come through the walls
And you scream through the curtains
But I won't be afraid
May I still sit next to you
So you could see my yearning
This house is small and empty
But won't you stay for a moment
Take my hand more gently there,
Otherwise it's too weak
I apologize for this weak person's song
But I am going to sing it to you
I am going to sing it