At the Sunlight sanatorium

The lady in furs appeared at seven

In the Sunlight Sanatorium garden

There were a child, an old man and a nun

All gathered together to breathe the sun

She had spent the night drinking and flirting

Needed to see a bit of misery

She had in mind to stop on her way home

At the famous Sunlight Sanatorium

The child:

“I’m always cold but the sun will cure my soul”

The nun:

“The sun is my real god, feel His kiss is my goal!”

The old man:

“All my life I’ve been bored, now the light fills my

days”

The lady in furs:

“You are all blind puppets seeking help from fake

rays...”

The lady took off her purple fur coat

Which was not to prevent her from the cold

It was to protect her skin from a sun

That could cause her complexion

Destruction

The child:

“Get out from my sun, I need it to cure my soul!”

The nun:

“Get away heretic whore, you outrage my god!”

The old man:

“Don’t hide that sun please it brightens my days!”

The lady in furs:

“Touch me, poor things, I'm more real than your

rays...”

There she was all naked in front of them

They looked all worried and a little stern

But she didn’t care, she was having fun

She had decided to replace their sun

She was so right that they stood, all at once

Caressed her body, so soft, so white

“Not so close!” she cried “Just want to have fun!”

Too late, the lady was strangled in the morning sun.