In those days the soul of a child
still was something to wash
off vices and to leave school

clean as Our Sweet Lord
with nothing but love
to start puberty

A beautiful ideal, to give
my life for people and
heaven and peace on earth

Willing to sacrifice me
I lay unprotected as a lamb
in the blue open air

in a bed of frisky grass
without fleeing the blot
of the eagle falling over me

striking his claws in my tender flesh
and taking me bleeding
to blissful heights