You sprinkled fine words about you? The words took root in the heart of me!
There they grew and blossomed in bloom! But one day flower bed was empty;
when you tore up every root, and I just looked on without a murmur!
Why did you do in this way? We could have built up a paradise!
Each small plant was unique, that you watered with poetry,
when you said that I was a tax, and that I had a happy laugh!
And I believed in you firmly, until something inside me broke!