Thousands of kilos the way you go
Skip me for your son
My dear mother is still walking
Although the soles of the feet, full of blood ... full of pus
Like the air ... the love you give
I can not afford to reply ... mom ... mom
I want to get close and cry in your lap
Until I fell asleep, like a childhood
Then the prayers baluri all over my body
With what reply ... mother ... mother ....
Like the air ... the love you give
I can not afford to reply ... mom ... mom