At sunset I wander through the village
Glowing in the twilight and so quiet
Well, it's quiet 'cause most people died of a plague
Caused by jealous witches

I wander through the village and I think
That my life is missing something dear
As I stop to rest and cough up blood, I wonder
When will I find my prince?

I wander through the village and I notice
That everyone but me has found a love
There goes the blacksmith with his daughter/wife
Ten years old and pregnant with her brother/son

I wander through the village sighing deeply
Seeking guidance from the statue in the square
It's a statue of Christ adorned with thief hands
Oh, when will I find my prince?

Oh look, everyone, it's my friends from the forest, the Jews
Hello, Jews! You know, I never did ask you: Why do you live in the forest?
Oh, I see, to hide from people trying to kill you
Well that's very resourceful, my beaky little friends
Tell me: Have you ever had a dream that wouldn't come true?
Oh, I see, your dream is that people won't want to kill you
Well, that's definitely a dream that won't come true!
Oh, goodbye, goodbye! Jews

Oh, if I found my prince
We'd have a wedding elegant and rare
We'd dine on kidney cream and horse vagina
Drink champagne and torture a bear

Oh, if I found my prince
The castle would be filled with love and laughter
And he'd fill me with his seed, forcibly and rough
I'd give birth to a son and then die right after!

I wander through the village seeking answers
But love hasn't given me a glimpse!
It isn't in this shop or in this cart of baby corpses
Oh, when will I find my prince?
When, hand Jesus?!
Oh, when will I find my prince?