She enjoys painting pictures of herself
and enormous men in a dwarf world
She knows stories that she will never tell
Most of them she has undergone herself
Like those of the bad wolf, who comes now and then
and every time demands things of her
That she never breathes a single word
because he has other dreadful punishments for her
When her mom takes her in her arm
she will preferably cry and confess everything
But she is afraid and she feels ashamed
She doesn't know what to do and looks for a way out
When the bad wolf comes every so often
and every time demands things of her
that she never breathes a single word
because he has other dreadful punishments for her
She is so shy, like a deer
one can barely understand her because she talks so little
She prefers to remain alone
and prays to God and wishes for thereby
that the bad wolf never comes again
and demands, with a strong grasp on her throat
that she never breathes a single word
because he has other dreadful punishments for her
