There is a little girl on grass Fog covers her thin shoulders conceals her head Near a dark man sharpened his knife The girl has a tiny voice and she is cheated Even the wind is afraid to dispel her black hair
A man checks the sharpness of the knife his hands are in cuts He comes to the girl. When she stands up her skinny knees are seen She has long graceful fingers And she is cheated Even the wind is afraid to dispel her black hair
The man is calling her after him and she goes, smiling to the world, fog hides their figures. Girl is cheated Even the wind is afraid to dispel her black hair