She's not like you. She'd knit up her necklaces, shining with colours
and she'd stretch them to heaven like rainbow of brightness and air.
As to her all the people and birds would enrich the town square.
She's not hungry, she'd breakfast with sun cake that morning uncovers.
She would frighten you, wearing her mantle of moth-eaten ribbons.
You would leave her some food, even clothing you no longer wear.
And the mercy of one easy chases another's despair.
See, enhanced is her beautiful kingdom and smile is the reason.
She may fill you with pity when seeing her late in the evening
as she makes up her bed on a bench, under roof full of stars.
You'd be grateful to God that he helped you to make it so far.
But it's not God the reason that people don't really start even.
She's not fit to your world, with no perfume and powdery makeup.
Even life has forgotten her time to let go and release.
But as she leaves behind this old earth, you will see by the trees
rainbow necklace to shine on your guilt. To remember forsaken...
Тя не е като вас, разноцветни гердани си сплита
и ги спуска в небето - въздушна и ярка дъга.
А градът е за нея на птици и хора богат.
Не е гладна, закусва от дащната слънчева пита.
И ви стряска наметката пъстри пришити парцали. ...