Vsakič te zapelje v skušnjavo postati gospod,

Every time, he leads you into temptation to become a gentleman

Ki se hrani z drobtinicami pod služabnikovo mizo.

Who feeds on crumbs under his servant’s table.

Vabi te, da mu narediš zlo, ga zabodeš,

He asks you to do him harm, for you to stab him,

Razrežeš na kose, použiješ njegovo še toplo telo.

To shred him to pieces, consume his still warm body.

Brez sramu se ti prikazuje gol kot ob stvarjenju.

Without shame he appears to you naked as at Creation.

Perverznež je. Provocira te z vzdržnostjo.

He is a pervert. He provokes you with abstinence.

A ti se mu daješ in daš. In vsako jutro

But he is being given you and you give. And every morning

In vsak večer ponavljaš mokasto igro.

And every evening you repeat the floury game.

Ustvaril te je kot sežigalnico svoje krivde.

He made you into a crematory of guilt.

Ko te nasiti, spregovoriš in si takoj še bolj lačen.

When he feeds you, you speak and instantly are more famished.

Da, da, ljubi te, zato tudi sedaj sprejema vase tvoj nož.

Yes, yes, he loves you, that is why he accepts your knife.

Ve, da se vse njegove rane zdrobijo v tvojih rokah.

He knows that all his wounds crumble in your hands.