You once took me by the hand and I didn't ask where we were going

I told you with you I'm not scared, my good mother, my poor mother

you'd lost your husband and I had lost my parent

and then, mother oh mother, then I pronounced you my leader

you locked up our home twice, you took as and we came to town

like crows everyone fell, seeing you scared like that

and I was sharpening, just a small child, my claws and my mind

with a tremble and a fear, so as not to let my leader fall

and years started rolling, like the colours in a batist

(studying) couturing in Housekeeping and my brother (working) in the ships
 
Greece came and went and terror became your arrangement
 
I feared they would bring you down and then I became your leader

And just as I [bad word]  love came [bad word] over me

and I got mixed in the "give and take", love affairs put me in the middle

you cared that I don't get hurt, but they wouldn't see your worries

and all of them were looking to bring down your leader

And when singing took me, I was the mouth of the destitudes
 
I became the target of tradesmen, and a victim of knowing too much

the foundations were shaking, tomorrow was not mine any more
 
and then you offered your hand and I made you my leader again.

Now, myself lost in sounds and you salvaged, dancing

you alone believing in me, as I speak to you through songs

now I love but I do [bad word]  now I'm not looking for justice

now I found my way, leaderships have [bad word]