Don't look at her with contempt
don't drive her away
rather with compassion
and warm sympathy look into her soul

Look how many cruel storms
sent by fate she has weathered
how much, how much young strength has died in her
vanished without a trace in endless struggle

But even in this hardened soul
and in this poisoned blood
believe me, love could still emerge

But never to see mutual love
to hear everywhere only curses
to meet everywhere looks full of contempt
and to resist falling, to resist falling
when malicious embraces
offer nothing more than debauchery

Don't look at her with contempt
don't drive her away
rather with compassion
and warm sympathy look into her soul
and warm sympathy look into her soul