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...