find me mother
i've missed you, mother 
your hands is again on mine 
your eyes are crying 
i dried your tears mother
the mirrors felt on the floor 
my hands and so is filled with blood [bad word] beside me, beside me mother 
there is two pliceman on my two sides 
my hands is handcuffed
fine me, find me mother 
i saw yesterday night on my dream
i've missed you mother 
it was me that flow of your eyes 
i felt on your breast
tell, did you [bad word] hurt? 
the mirrors felt on the floor 
my hands and so is filled with blood [bad word] beside me, beside me mother