Who ever heard of you,
Who ever heard of you,
dear knotted lady, oh,
The voice of yearning and honey,
The voice of yearning and honey,
He won't love women anymore, alas
Being of the same blood,
Being of the same blood,
His arms won't hold tight anymore, alas
What can I do with you naked, lady from the deep
That let me lie of the disease, like a stupid boy?
What to do with you belly, that doesn't bind fruit,
For between us there is no link and no bridge.
And it ain't no bridge
God, it wouldn't have been,
Ghost seed
Ghost seed, alas!
It wouldn't have been God damsel,
Green-haired like an alga,
Green-haired like an alga, alas!
With its voice of yearning and honey,
Whoever hears it dies,
Whoever hears it once dies, alas!
What can I do with you naked, lady from the deep
That let me lie of the disease, like a stupid boy?
What to do with you belly, that doesn't bind fruit,
For between us there is no link and no bridge.
And it ain't no bridge