Good night, my Shakespeare's heroine,
Caught in a web of poetry!
I'll tear off your wings like a fly
So that you cry before you die.
Beware of Ruzbel Daredevil,
Whose Father taught him not to kneel.
It is I who so recklessly
Decides to be or not to be.
You didn't say your goodnight prayers,
That's why you'll die at a black mass.
You're like a virgin, Satan's bride.
Your betrothed will come for your heart.