to my woman

don't speak to me yet -,
I can't listen -
don't look at me yet -,
I can't meet you -
you who have the right
don't touch me -
yet my skin is not bright -

I
have no right yet -,
I
am not allowed yet
to take my right -
I have liked
the pale-browed women of the enemy -
don't claim no tenderness
from me -
I gave it to them,
that was all they could take -
don't claim no strenght
from me -
that was what they wanted -

don't mention to me
my name -
don't mention to me
my righteous power -
- o, wait -!
I can't meet you yet -
the will of my blood
has returned to the lake of our dead,
to wash from its heart the pale-blooded hatred -
- o, wait -!
I can't meet you yet -