In Switzerland Poem by Liza Sud

You are a good singer,
all the arias you are singing,
May be even
Isolda will be in Tristan.

If you are not ashamed -
you may quarrel with Otto,
And we may go, Matilde,
to Brasil, if we really want to.

You are so kind,
never in anything blame me,
but on our sin to decide -
that right you always gave me.

you are a married woman,
more than that - a christian.
and in this world of demons
you are like alien citizen.