I was throwing my arms around Crete that day,
A strange and familiar face was spotted in the crowd.
My memory sucks when it comes to you.
Little by little a trembling lamb caught your eye.
Holy week in the eyes of an atheist is like a city
without walls.
Slaughtered me gently; sacrificed my youth to the
experienced butcher of a nearby village.
The smell of disaster penetrates the ignorant heart of
a captive bird.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
The glorious entrance of the sacrificial lamb let us
celebrate.
Pieces of me, that smile of yours, the crowd cheered….
