Little and strange
She is going on streets,
Searching for something
With smile on her lips.

She was born for love
And lives for death.
Nobody asks her
What's new on her path.

Covered with a coat
And a big grey hat,
This little body
Is asking for help.

Nobody listens
To her screaming at night,
Thinking of nothing,
Believing in light.

Alone in her fight
For love and for death
She is going on streets
With a doll in her hands.



27.05.06