The world blames me, Eve,
For all that’s gone wrong.
And If one is to believe …
I am mighty and strong.

I opened my third eye
With the help of a serpent,
Reached toward the sky,
And the world was the present.

Why do you fear me?
I ask so sincere … For
Under the apple tree
Everything is clear.

Join me in the garden
From which I've been banished!
If what you want is a pardon?
Then we will simply vanish.