Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, 
or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps 
posed a threat to you?
Have I crossed the thin line now, that guards your un-
enchanted barn, was it my simple friendliness that 
stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?

Hänsel*, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to 
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred 
straightness from disgrace.

Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain 
to see.
Your signals, clearly advertising, stressing the 
obvious to me!
Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for, can't 
you just for once, keep it in.
arrogance!

Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to 
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred 
straightness from disgrace.

Say:
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, 
or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps 
posed a threat to you?
Have I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at 
one spot?
Or has my silence been mistaken for pondering on your 
private parts?

Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to 
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred 
straightness from disgrace