Mom, don’t cry anymore
Never mind now living in a booth surrounded by moss
Tomorrow I’ll build the eternal palace
With floor rugs
It doesn’t matter currently sleeping on grass it
Together with dew as a blanket
Tomorrow I will bandage your body with knit sprite
And you would hug and shut eye here
Mom, don’t be sad again, implore
Never mind just eat a grain of rice
Provided that smile still graced
The next festivity at the dinner table presented
Look at that damn country!
They were busy building a fort gems
I will not be dazzled eyes
Take a look at a spy of the devil’s clever!
They have spread their seductive promises
I’m sure we all will perishes
Mom, keep swarming prayer here
Heartfelt meaning live wisely
Waiting for the angel of Gabriel brought death arrive
And the Lord will open the gates of heaven door, surely
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