Neither your husband, nor your child, nor the voices are helping you.
You find peace in the sin.
To be unhappy a little more or less,
It doesn't matter.
To hide in your heart your disgust for everything
Oh how miserable it is.
We know you're not to blame
for what will be,
sadness is surely an honor.
Duty is just a lie undercover
For us, the ones who watch in pain.
It doesn't change anything if you are a mother,
It only makes the lust better.
Oh, only a sad man is pure,
free, gentle and dear,
like a ring of the bell in a meadow, and calm
like the song of birds,
and a withered leaf.
Put up your dark eyes,
Like rebellious torches full of light
Stuck into deep
black circles.
You are my rebellion.
I know your husband is calling you,
I'm not asking you any questions.
If life pains you,
If somebody loves you,
I congratulate you.
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