We tore off the wings, and so we said:
Fly little angel.
Bleeding on the ground she uttered the words:
- I can not fly ...
And so she stood up and said:
- I can walk!

We placed her in a steel-bar cage, then said:
Walk little angel, you're free.
She took a step back to the dark of a corner.
She lifted her unconquered face towards heaven and said:
-I can not go, but I can think of.

We drugged her, then said:
Think of heaven little angel.
She turned her gaze to the ground and said firmly:
-Only the pure and innocent minds may,
-My clouded thoughts ought to never go astray,
-and wander of to the gates of heaven in dismay...
-You must now know, I am the soul of the world,
-I do not dance or play
-at the command of man...
-I will only breathe.

We put a pillow over her face and then said:
-Breathe little angel.
Through the fabric and cotton
heard a faint voice:
-I can not breathe, you're killing me!

We removed the pillow from her face
And there she was, silent and pale,
like a tree without its leaves, far from heavens grace ...
So daylight died and darkness commenced
the earth trembled, and so judgement was sent,
like a shadow upon the whole kingdom.

What have we done?
How can we mend our angel?
So broken that no one can ...
We have brought down our end!

All knelt down and said.

-Little Angel, if you could only live again.