While the moon mirrored itself into the ditch,
he ripped and torn your clothes from you,
and he threw you laying on the ground,
and he didn't even pull off his trousers.
While the moon was shining far away,
On your mouth there was his rough hand.
You wanted to ask him to have mercy,
until rest came to save you.
You had dreamed so much, with me,
about your first time.