Do not stare at me from your window, lady br do not stare and wonder where I came from br Born in this city was I, lady, br hearing the beetles at six o'clock br br and the noisy cocks in the morning br when your hands rumple the bed sheet br and night is locked up the wardrobe. br My hands are full of lines br br like your breast with veins, lady - br So do not stare and wonder where I came from br My hands are full of lines br like your breast with viens, lady - br br and one must rear, while one must suckle life... br Do not stare at me from your window, lady. br Stare at the wagon of prisoners! br Stare at the hearse passing by your gate! br br Stare at the slums in the south of the city! br Stare hard and reason, lady, where I came from br and where I go. br My hand is full of lines br br like your breast with veins, lady, br and one must rear, while one must suckle life.