My child,,,
Now you are growing up ,,,
Your father is struggling to achieve your goals
Many memories I do in lifem ,,,
Remember my son ,,,
The world is not what you see
The world is like a fire that is heating up
When you hold your hollow
When the heat gets you out of your hand ,,,
My child,,,,
Look at the face of your parents
The shrinking face grows older
You are our dear
But look at our struggle for you ,,,
My child,,,
My sweat for you
In order for you to enjoy your life
The future is yours
We parents just as a pointer for you
My child,,,
We do not expect much money
We also do not expect luxury homes
We wish the peace of life in the grave
Only do'a that I am later from your son my son ,,,
