Mama I’m sorry for [bad word] 
For solving the problems using sharp blades
For being so [bad word] as long as I live
I hope that someday you’ll forgive

 [bad word] 
I don’t know where I am going 
don’t know where I’ve been
I’m making my way and reminding my sins
About the sorrows about the pain
I did to my kin again and again

I’m sorry my brother that I wasn’t with you
In that bloody fight with hostile crew
I’m drinking whiskey and watching your grave
Sorry my fellow that I came too late

Sorry my wife for my pass away
I hope you remind me even today
Kiss our girl pass her my love
I’m watching her from the above