a) Translations

Cold fair skinned
 Curl your frame entice
 Cleanse your stale fingers
 A scratch you fail to recognize
 With the walls are closing in you remind remember how
 To cancel all your friends with a piercing guzzled mouth
 As the beggars steal your bed no matter what you've said
 The beggars still want the best
 These hands
 They're painting
 Collapse and tired
 The colors fading
 Take all surrounds begging with me
 The kind the meager the weak
 Her gown sweeps the ground entirely
 Body embellished the breeze
 Gone the gathering breaks for the sea
 Buried in the deep
 Castaways
 Cursing their names
 Please show me how
 To pin yourself down
 You masochistic bigot
 Slave us tired masses
 Just don't mention your name
 Because the rumored ears have spoken
 They'll fool you and your masquerade
 Such a clever disguise
 But can they hear you
 Without looking
 In your eyes