Spider threads fall,
the morning dew splash into the ground.
Butterflies fly free,
the blue sky full of endless possibilities.

However, that doesn't mean anything.
My mark is upon everything,
everything belongs to me.
Once I see a prize, something I want,
I have it in my clutches.

Such an interesting plaything, Olé!
Dance for your master, you pathetic playtoy,
Fulfill your master's wishes – I demand that of you!

The spider's thread is tightening,
your wings are being chopped off
you can't leave me now,
the mark of the spider rests upon your wings.
Try to flee and I'll find you.
You can't hide, you can't beg for your freedom.

Now, dance for me, Olé!
I am your master, I make your tune,
be a perfect, obedient doll
Dance for your master – show off my power,
my wealth – my dreams and my wishes.
You can't leave now, the fun is just beginning!

Eat the strawberries that are given to you,
my precious little bird.
I sense you are weakening, such a shame.
I guess playtoys do break after all, don't they?

A snap, and a one, two, three…

My spider web has ensnared you, my butterfly.
You are mine, now and forever, olé!
I cannot let you go, that dog is sniffing around here
don't worry, he won't find you – you're mine.
Your eyes, such a beautiful green, they are like the forest.
I could be lost in them forever, yet that is the charm –
you are an enchanting butterfly, but this spider won't be caught.

Don't worry; be happy,
after all, I don't bite… much.