Hemi Nalam is not a mother Her shadow is not on my head Forgive me the government is not the same as my mothers look Stay mother in her silent home The rain is raining out of the sky in the mourning of her mother to nobody. It is from the endless rain of blood today but the bloody hearts in the breasts are cold todays eyes waiting for the ring in that the heart of the ring is also full of pain Take a stunning look from the paving alleys Sun Electricity from the Suns Mirror
