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

Vsakič te zapelje v skušnjavo postati gospod,

Who feeds on crumbs under his servant’s table.

Ki se hrani z drobtinicami pod služabnikovo mizo.

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

Vabi te, da mu narediš zlo, ga zabodeš,

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

Razrežeš na kose, použiješ njegovo še toplo telo.

Without shame he appears to you naked as at Creation.

Brez sramu se ti prikazuje gol kot ob stvarjenju.

He is a pervert. He provokes you with abstinence.

Perverznež je. Provocira te z vzdržnostjo.

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

A ti se mu daješ in daš. In vsako jutro

And every evening you repeat the floury game.

In vsak večer ponavljaš mokasto igro.

He made you into a crematory of guilt.

Ustvaril te je kot sežigalnico svoje krivde.

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

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

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

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

He knows that all his wounds crumble in your hands.

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