Good Afternoon soft hearted woman
Who chose silence when her soul tired
Who bow just in front of Almighty
who chanted my name in every prayer.
Good Afternoon soft hearted woman
Which let suffering be a sign,
Which let my eyes fall in the fairy tale,
That grabbed my hand as it was touched by the world
Good afternoon soft hearted woman
The guardian of the fragile heart wall,
No matter your shirt gets worse,
Teach me the meaning of tough,
In the noise of the noise.
I'm your son,
Your little gem,
Who longs to go back to sleep in your mother's lap.
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