The blood's running down slowly On my pale skin I am out of pain now The blade shines in the sun. Far away from my full of hatred sight I wish you as much harm as possible. Farewell murky jail I'm leaving you, The knife is my final friend. A fine blade is laying on the blue line, A crack hurts me and takes me away. The knife's cold caress Made my jailers run away And delivery is born by my blood To bruise and jeer at you. Close your eyes, I don't want your pretty sullen And I spit on your regrets. I'm naked smiling to death Voluptuousness holding out her hands.