LYRICS

Say my bolache le white
whence thou goest de flown me?
Did not you see my father Dvori
not heard the mother talk:

“As you make Mojto dear child?
with strange foreign people DeLillo bread? “
you tell her cloud le white,
alive and well, here you see me.

and brings me her good health.
many went a little left.
time is coming home to come back,
to come back, mother to hug.