Beautiful it is, the moon above
so as stars shining bright, very loved.

The cold breeze hot it seems to me,
Heart frantic inside me, so eager to be released
The stench of blood and rotten flesh envelopes me like a mother does for her child,
fragrant and soothing, so much warmth.

Men of three chase me from behind
Looking for my love, if she, too, wanted me back
But no!...