Tell me, dear child. Oh, do tell me, please,
to what extent do I displease?
I mean not to hurt you, I speak only the truth
of the world around you, not destroying your youth.
Oh please, dear child, please feel no dread,
for have you ever had a centipede in your head?
Have you ever lost your fingers and toes,
over and over, your blood like a rose?
Have you ever lost your sense of mind?
Did you have to leave your old life behind?
Tell me, dear child. Oh- Ay me!
Oh please, please promise me- do not end up like me.