You good woman
The time has now come
Don't cry
You are ready
I sing you a beautiful song
When it is pulling you down
One last time
The wind leaves
the old body well-disposed
I am redeemed
Almost pleased
But then you breathe again
Tears of childhood are running down my face
Endless
But the old heart is cruel
You don't care about
At first I check out then find and press your pillow into your face
The fat body so cold and empty
It gives me great pleasure