Night, night, night, pain , woe, from this day and night, the prostitute, the dust of fatigue in my voice, the sound of my mothers heartbreak,
I have a good mother, I am coming from a trip, I am the same traveler who is a stranger on the roads, my mother, what should I do , if I come from a trip, if I come from a trip, you will not be the head of the tam, if I come from the trip and you are not there, the head of the sky
cried over my head, and the love of hope and pride is gone. How strange my mother is gone, how strange it is that I am a
prisoner of your closeness, you dont know what happened, the
night in two nights, in two nights, the pain of woe, from this day and the night of the prostitute, the dust of fatigue in my voice, the sound of my mothers heartbreak, I
have a good mother, I am coming from a trip , I am the same traveler who is a stranger on the roads, my mother, what should I do if I come from a trip, if I come from a trip, you will not be there, if I come from a trip, you will not be What should I do with my mothers rum, if I come from a trip, if I come from a trip, you will not be the head of the rum.
