I was still a little girl
when you, by chance, found me
and at the mercy of your worldly arts
of my honor you took the perfume
You said it with me what everyone
those who are like you with women
therefore don't be surprised that I now
in your face tell you what you are
Bad man.
Your soul is so mean that it has no name
You are a scoundrel. You are evil
You are a...Bad Man
Abandoned to my sad destiny
I engaged in a fierce fight with life
She was strong and cruel and tortured me
I, weaker, I finally fell defeated
You knew in time about my defeat
You knew about my horrible ordeal
Some told you to save him
and proving who you are, you laughed
br/>Bad man.
Your soul is so mean that it has no name
You are a scoundrel. You are evil
You are a...Bad Man
A short time later in the stream
between shadows my life depended on
one night with another you spent
and when you looked at me I felt like I was saying to you:
-Who is that woman, do you know her?
and at the same time, you responded: - just any one!
When I heard such outrage from your lips
You also showed what you were.
Bad man.
Your soul is so mean that it has no name
You are a scoundrel. You are evil
You are a...Bad Man