At the beginning of the day
You woke me up and took away
Into the gulf of love and passion
But it was my concession.
My soul was like a dirty whore,
Whom you can buy behind the store.
You made her lick your neck, your back, your soul,
But she was just a little girl, whose minds were foul.
And I’m so close to the edge of life:
But I feel coolness of the knife:
Warm blood is dropping on the floor,
My soul became a truly whore.