Yesterday, when in slumber light and chill,
Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay...

I just ran away
From the orphanage my mother left me...

Let me tell you a story of my life
A sad story of my past...

She was alone. I brought a gift
A rose, surpassing fair...

As many thoughts are in my mind
Still my smile bright and my heart so kind...

The centuries of bloodshed
Are past, those cruel years...

Here goes this man to war
Hugs the mom goodbye...

When the mother, with sore travail,
To the world a man-child gives...

Soft and low a voice was heard besides me,
Near me did my mother seem...

Give us heart god
So all this pain would go away...

No mother in this world should cry for her son
No son in this world should see a mothers tear...

I hear the bells of the other world,
Where I am also going to leave to and also go...