I saw my mother's long, but long ago,
I do not know whether it still lives.
I like mine because the poor
I am an orphan, poor lad.

Is this flash soft smile on his lips,
As a young girl was once young.
Butterfish, think of a single mother to me,
I do not think it is far from the farm.

Oh, how wrong Struggles it unto me,
If you have, you can belive me.
Kiss me softly, beautifully,
He modestly stroking my hair.

Hajh carp beauty of the summer,
When I'm unhappy, being.
Flay away high cloud,
Why 'inconsolable torment of my life.

You look at me, my dear mother,
Turn off sorrow padded bag.
Fill me with joy, smile,
If you bum be broken hammer.

Goodbye, then, is now up to you,
The little baby in my room crying.
I take my lap, rocking out you very much,
Deep sleep stellatarum hope.