Hidden in the chest at the foot of my bed
Is the filthy spotted pig I´ve owned for so long
You´ve heard its noises and cried while I slept
Thinking that you wailing resembled... The spotted pig´s song

Your modesty I love, your beauty I cherish
Your fear of death I envy, your vanity I punish
Humility I welcome, for to live with the pig
You should have…no pride
Little hairs from your swimsuit, sprouting from the sty
Where can I put my fingers that will make you weep
Tonight with windows open, my little beast and I
Will betray our watch and…disturb your sleep