Back where I came from
Can I get
a mother on rent
My real mother is too old
to listen to my pains
With whom I can play
With whom I can cry
Who takes me as I am
Doesn't ask why
In whose lap I can hide
In whose lap I can die
Can I get
a mother on rent
My real mother is too old
to listen to my pains
With whom I can play
With whom I can cry
Who takes me as I am
Doesn't ask why
In whose lap I can hide
In whose lap I can die
The rose petal shrinks
A cloud passes by
It’s alright.
It will bloom again
The sun still shines
I am the sun