אמא מדברת לעצמה [Ima Medabert Leatzma] [English translation]

I'm so scared of the sea,

I'm so scared of the rain

Of your tears,

Here it comes

I'm so scared of electric poles,

Of being left alone without contact

Of your tears,

Here it comes

Mom is talking to herself,

Talking to herself

Have to take responsibility,

Not a child anymore

But I want to sleep so badly

And it's sunday morning

I'm so worried about time,

The worries move from the heart to the body

Your depression

Here it comes

Darkness...

Mom is talking to herself...

Where to begin?