When I saw him once in the 'Under Wick' pub,
My heart began to pound with joyful clangor,
Heart pounded and body shaked,
It knew, that now it's done this,
What should be done before.
And then, at nights splashed of stars,
When the velvet of my caresses bored him,
Just, for fun he was beating me in maso way,
And I was whispering these silent words:
Beat me!
Trample me!
I will forgive you all like to brother.
Torment me!
Torture me!
By your hands!
Whip me, mistreat me, jade me, poisone me!
Eh, by shoe,
By knout,
Maltreat my rotten body!
To you,
For you,
Dressed with rags
I
Will go to the end of the world,
My tormentor!
When they took him from 'Under Wick' pub,
My heart began to pound with painful clangor,
Heart pounded and body shaked,
It knew, that now it's done this,
What should be done before.
And now at nights hurting with stars
I'm looking at the velvet of this body
And counting the traces of hits with tears,
To his photo I'm whispering these words:
Beat me!
Trample me!
I will forgive you all like to brother.
Torment me!
Torture me!
By your hands!
Whip me, mistreat me, jade me, poisone me!
Eh, by shoe,
By knout,
Maltreat my rotten body!
To you,
For you,
Dressed with rags
I
Will go to the end of the world,
My tormentor!