She has just come in from her porch and slowly takes the stairs Where is she going? A door has opened She has come in without knocking In front of her On a large bed She has laid me down and told her I was waiting for you My cruel In the room where nothing moves She has pulled the curtains On a red silk pillow She has laid her chin And beautiful as a wife In her long white dress While she She leaned on him Who seemed to be amazed What does she say? She took the stairs And went out into the streets Where is this woman going? Where is this woman going? Does she hear? Who is this woman? She is beautiful She is the last one married She is the one who comes Without being called The faithful She is the last one married She is the one who comes When you call her The cruel The cruel Who walks in the streets Beware Close your windows Never let her enter your home This woman She is the cruel The cruel The cruel The cruel The cruel The cruel The cruel The cruel Thank you