You, O mother, whose heart has been crying for a lifetime, with the sorrow of
your patience, mother, makes me cry
like a sleepy child, I need my arms
from those lullabies of mother, sing me again in my ears
for my fate, you were the most concerned
for my tears, you were always my sleeve,
you are always sad, you are my most dear friend, in the
name of mother, I
will always love youCaresse me with your hand that your child is sad,
who wants to sit in your place after this in my heart,
my flower will one day pick you from the branch, hug me, mother, which is the custom of the
day, this is the custom of the day, this is the custom of the day, this is the flower, the
day will pluck you from the branch, hug me, mother,
which is the custom of the day, this is the custom of the day, this is the custom of the day, for
my destiny, you were
the most worried.For my tears, you have always been my sleeve,
you are always sad, you are my most confidential friend
in the name of mother, I always love you,
caress me with your hand that your child is sad,
who wants to sit in your place after this in my heart,
you mother, who for a lifetime with the sorrow of
your patience, mother, makes me cry
like a sleepy child, I need
my arms from those lullabies of Mother, sing it in my ears again
