to whom....
shall I complain?
Umma...
Mom
moja majka
your love is real
I will never find one the same
easy they say
I love you
you love me
without words
I love you
like you do
love me
I am still your child
the exile
changes the humans
something in my heart
I feel a huge pain
Am I going to see you again?
ma mare
madre
i love you
your love
keep me
here a live
even though
I am dead
Umma
do not cry
