Ambátt [English translation]

The eyes rattle off their story.

Smiling suffering told

She's bound and gagged, terror, bruises

The child sleeps, hopefully.

Sleep becomes pain

The day is sick

"This night I'll slave away

Above all earthly matters."

The child sleeps, hopefully.

Don't rock the boat, calm will come soon

A blow like a wave, seldom alone. Harden your heart.

Protection was dearly bought, you are a slave

Does the child hear this noise?

Will I sleep in drying blood?

The rope burned her wrist

Nails slashed against the flesh

The black of night wishes for heat

You cause my death. Doesn't hurt.