mother
thousands of kilos the way you go
skip for me
your dear child is still running
even though the soles of the feet are full of blood, full of pus
like a loving air
uncomfortable me, mom ... mom ...
want me close and cry in your lap
until I fell asleep like a childhood first
then the baluri prayers all over my body
with what kind of reply, mom ... mom ...
thousands of kilos the way you go
skip for me
your dear child is still running
even though the soles of the feet are full of blood, full of pus
like a loving air
uncomfortable me, mom ... mom ...