Branded by God, or by the Devil in the womb,
Sprinkled with the sun's rays in spring,
Weak, fragile, very vulnerable,
Eternally teased at school, on the street...
Oh, ugly red-haired girl!
You are among your friends - like a refrain to a song...
So many grievances, so many feelings and passions
In your heart, and in your head!
But, behold, the years have flown by...
You are unrecognizable: you are beauty itself!