A poet with a pure heart,
a mouth without a mouth,
but whatever she has to say,
again comes back to the same principle.

Γράφει ποιήματα ξανά και ξανά,
maybe they'll succeed this time,
but they steal her pen,
and ends up in a vacuum.

So when she falls,
beckons beckons,
I wonder what it all means?
and what sins he pays for again

It is her fate,
the written,
not to see the sun,
beautiful.