Queen without a nation
no copper in my blood
no parade of swanky princes
competing for my hand

no one who dresses me
with someone else's money
I don't ask anything by decree
and my shit doesn't fix me

to an inherited bullybook
composed with suavity
and silky soft cords
of sticky oracle words

which way flag and pennant blow
and that it is still far, but
the nation the nation the nation
Hooray Hooray Hooray

I am a queen
without a nation

Nobody notices it
yet, but I have it in me

the brilliant ideas and the authority
to make things run

as they should, worked out
in detail in my reports

My promotion is a matter
of time, my work will be seen

it is already there
in my head, ready

to be announced, politely
taking everyone into consideration

Yes, I adapt, I wait
for the right time

and prepare everything
I see it in my mind

I know how the world works
and when the time comes, we can

all be satisfied

I rather float than swim
The water carries me on ripples
it flows caressing around my belly
and decorates me with breast waves

Don't you imagine anything
my mother shouts
Men look around, she glides majestically
through the city. We are the queens

category, in an exemplary way
we can stand in the middle
spread our wings and
snort fire to enemies

I comfort morning people, give strength
to the brave, colour the balloons
of the happiness gained together
because I am a drake-born swan