I yearn for my mother's bread
and my mother's coffee
and my mother's touch
and childhood grows within me
day upon breast of day,
and I love my life
because if I died
I'd be ashamed of my mother's tears... Aaaaah of my mother's tears.

Take me, mother, if one day I return,
As a veil for your eye brows.
and cover my bones with grass
that has been baptised in the purity of your heel
And tie me to you
with a lock of hair
with a thread that trails
in the train of your dress.

May be I'd become a god,
a god I'd become
if I touched the depths of your heart.

Mother... mother.. Mother...

Put me, if I didn't return,
as firewood in your stove,
as a clothesline on your rooftop,
for I have lost resolve
without your prayer, your daily prayer.
Aaaaaaah.... Aaaaaah...

I have grown old
so bring me back the stars of childhood,
that I may share with the young birds
the road of return
to the nest of your waiting.

Mother... Mother... Mother...

repeat chorus