The tears of old children crowd
I draw it on a white hair
throw in the air the wet chain
an whish that I had a mother

No sun shining to me
No chest has cried milk
In my throat is a pipe
Have no navel on (my) belly

Mother

I was not allowed to lick nipples
And no foldes to hide
Noone gave me a name
Sired in scurries and whitout sperm

The mother who has never born me
Have I sworn this night
I am going to give her a disease
And sank her afterwards in a river

Mother

In her lungs lives an Eel
On my forehead a mother mark
Delete it by knife´s kiss
Even if I am gonna dying
Even if I am gonna bleeding

Mother give me (the)force