Translation To: Kokain)



Were the friends weighed for me

the white fairy stretches her bow

she shoots into the face of my worries

and on the two halves breaks

the father of all mirrors



He waves for me and I bend

he whispers quietly in my ear



You are the most beautiful child of all

I hold you like my own blood

you are the most beautiful child

even the bad is good, in me



The curiosity lengthens my dream

the white fairy sings and laughs

she has violently made me pregnant

and pregnancy tortures me through the night

the father of all mirrors



He waves for me and I bend

he whispers quietly in my ear



You are the most beautiful child of all

I hold you like my own blood

you are the most beautiful child

even the bad is good, in me



And how I defend myself against the pains of birth

in the cradle yet still whoring

I see with it to how I give birth

and devour the afterbirth



You are the most beautiful child