Blink,
and I will no longer exist,
and my hopes will fall asleep like starving lambs
but the wolves will be satisfied for a moment, at least.*
Blink,
Oh just blink,
and I will die for you
and everything will work out well for you
my hands have been cut off.
Maybe I was born to be noteworthy,
but you can publicly renounce yourself of my name.
Believe others when they slander me before you.
Hate me, but don't hate love, no.
Perhaps one day you'll have little children who can teach you
that proper people will never torment love.
Believe others when they slander me before you.
Hate me, but don't you ever hate love, no.