[bad word] to my world
That's painted with sadness
There's no light of sun
There you can't hear any sound at all

Here I'm waiting silently for you, Father
Why you were so [bad word] 
To leave poor Mary alone?

Please take me away
I desperately promise
To be a good girl
To be worthy of your love
I don't need the paintbooks, the dolls, and the dresses
Just tell me why you've left your pictures and gone

Who are you, stranger with the red rose in your hand?
I liked you from the first sight
I want to be your friend; let's play!
I've never asked for this place that's called my home
But hope you will be staying with me until the end

Please don't be scared of me
I'm a good girl
I just want to be with you to forget my sorrow
I'm tired of being the puppet of this world
Oh, tell me, why do you want to go with this man?

My tears are falling
Oh, why is it so painful?
I did nothing wrong
So why do you hate me so much?
This burning canvas became your [bad word] answer
And now flames unsparingly kiss me goodnight

 [bad word] to her world that's lying in ashes
There's a sea of fire
There is no way [bad word] at all
She only wanted to be with her father
But little Mary's melting in her abyss alone