"Just like the beautiful girl who was cut
Before so long she was, candid and beautiful,
Being treated badly by lascivious hands
From the girl who brought her to the chapel,
The smell brings lost and the color withered:
Such is it, dead, pale maiden,
The roses withered from her face and lost
The white and living color, with 'the sweet life"

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN