After her parents’ sudden death, the precious unlucky girl let herself led to the strange house in the bus.
Suddenly, the little unlucky girl was all alone. Alone, not exactly, she was escorted by loneliness. A loneliness that the semi-darkness of a March 1930’s night knew well, where her story began.
The little unlucky girl went up the hill and found the Aristocrats’ strange house out.
Little unlucky girl, remember that you are unlucky.
She was generously accepted there, to the grade her alone deserved to have.
Oh, wretched unlucky girl, remember, no one would like to live alone.
Subject to the Rule of Rose, the ruffle-haired unlucky girl, had the lowness due to her, begging for the wise Baroness’’ writings, for the cold Countess’ feathers, for the strong-willed Duchess’ scales.
The innocent unlucky girl was rightly punished, as ill luck would have it, made fun of her filthiness.
Ô filthy unlucky girl, I beg of you remember how much you are lucky…
Once upon a time, there was a poor little unlucky princess, who got unlucky…
because of her own kindness.
How charming she was, how charmed she was by the little lucky princess, who got lucky…
thanks to her own cruaulty.