Оригинален текст
...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see...
when the dead paint with white hands
a laughing silence on the wall
the sleeper whispers still
unfold nymphic hands
mother silent sings goodnight
peacefully the child smiles
with so true eyes
in the brothel laughter dwells
poison - running through my veins
my fever glowing eyes
death's hand reaching out for me
senseless cries
heartbeats - like distant thunder
