O, wise woman
O, strange woman
You that pass by this window of darkness
Always unbelievably proud,
Always able to pretend to be unaware
Of the whispers around.

Blind for the despair,
Deaf for the howling.

And she wonders, where do you find
That false tranquility?

O, strange woman
She keeps you hidden in her heart like a heavy secret
That she will reveal when the moment of fear
And silence strikes.

A secret, sharp as a sword, bright as angels halo.

O, strange woman
Does false tranquillity come from within you?