A fire has fallen into her heart, there is a bad news
Nobody is coming, nobody is leaving, she sighs and cries
She is staying at the window and looking for his way
If I had said "He will come, mother, he will come", it would be a lie
My beautiful mother, my dear mother it is not easy
Here he comes wrapped in a fabric from a distance
His relatives are all petrified
My (dear) mother is running barefoot, became half insane
If I had said "He will come, mother, he will come", it would be a lie
My beautiful mother, my dear mother it is not easy
It is not, it is not, it is not, it is not, it is not easy
It is not easy, it is not easy, it is not easy (at all)
Look at how that perfidious cartridge pierced between his eyebrows
Suddenly the black of his eye got frozen
The only thing (that remained) is the bloody cap of the son
If I had said "He will come, mother, he will come", it would be a lie
My beautiful mother, my dear mother it is not easy
It is not, it is not, it is not, it is not, it is not easy
It is not easy, it is not easy, it is not easy (at all)