Sir, you couldn't believe
How things have happened.
There was just an hour
She left him.
Night was down.
To wait for her I cooked myself
A small omelette
And a big jug of coffee.

She came home without a word,
More beautiful than (this/the) morning.
A woman skin breathes
When happiness comes to her.
She had no more her smell,
But another one, somewhat strong.
Sir, you couldn't believe
What a smell can tell.

I've rolled in my mouth
Really rough words.
But I remained silent
With my nose in my dish.
My fist was getting tight
Just as a heart can be.
But I only dared
To look at her sideways.

She has even kept
The watch with a crescent design ('Love always crescent')
That he had put
Around her wrist while kissing her.
As for myself, I would never have thought
To give her a thing like this,
And my knife, squealing,
Made a cross on here in the dish.