Someone is a rose tree
Some are the wind’s daughters
Some are rose-thieves
The rose-thieves creep up on the rose tree
One of them steals a rose
Hides it in his heart
The wind’s daughters appear
See the tree stripped of its beauty
And give chase to the rose-thieves
Open up their breasts one by one
In some they find a heart
In some so help me none
They go on opening up their breasts
Until they uncover one heart
And in that heart the stolen rose