A lot of things have been said for mothers
They said lover like mother land like baghdad
But always, always for mothers
Far away,far far away in the clouds
You are there my father,above
Together yesterday we were talking about the past
You were drinking your coffee in the same corner
Now what's left of you?
A black wet mound and a stone for me
A handful of golden counsel is your legacy to me
You would explain with your hands, you would say it with your tongue
You were loving with your eyes, you wouldn't show
I know and believe above now
You still protect and watch me
A lot of things have been said for mothers
Let this to be my lament after you father
Let this to be my lament...