She can’t stand wearing
Any single day more
She can’t stand wearing
This too heavy dress
Weighed by 12 generations’
Dramas and wars
A fairy comes to her
Announcing the great news
Of her pregnancy
In the fabric of her own dress
There is the most precious gift
A true jewel
A wonderful and shiny treasure
Not just one, but so many
She could never count all of them
She’s upset because she doesn’t know yet
That this day is the best of her life
Ever
She doesn’t know yet that
She will have just to dance in the garden
In the middle of the embalmed flowering trees
She’s upset and doesn’t smile
When she sees the musicians coming
But in a few minutes the music
Will enjoy the sunny garden
And make home in the sky
“ what was in the fabric of your dress, my dear daughter? “