Marilou rests underneath the snow
And I’m telling myself o’er and o’er again
All these drawings, it’s so sad that I couldn’t
Preserve and keep them in their innocent freshness, unpublished.

Of my Lou in the comic strips
I would wander through the bubble phrases
When she banned me from her erotic games
Of this I got very sick.

Marilou, she just felt trapped
All reproduction practises forbidden
Myself, naive, I felt and thought I was protected
Under the terms of Opera Mundi copyrights.

Oh my Lou I was forced to shorten
Shorten your existence, that’s the reason why
Marilou lays falling asleep underneath the snow
The snow from my carbon dioxide fire extinguisher.