The sun, flower and salt morning
And sand on the lipstick
Beacon, longing on the drying rack
Red, blue, brown
I'm an umbilical cord
For me it's never enough
And the sun burning my newspaper
My voice, my light, my sound
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
The sky, apple foam
Belly, two brothers
My hair dark wool
nose, and face, and hands
The honey, the silver, the gold and the frog
Head and heart
And the sky open up in the morning
I take shelter on the lap, on the ground
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother