Mother caressed her son’s hair

Mother caressed her son’s hair
When he returned, aman
When he returned, aman
Midst the dream

Dear son, my beautiful fawn
Where do you stay, aman
Where do you stay, aman
Where did you sleep

You took your hand from mine
But not from heart, aman
But not from heart, aman
Nor from the soul

You smell on daisies and basils
I won’t let you go, aman
I won’t let you go, aman
Let you go die

I bend my arms around you
So I can sing to you, aman
So I can sing to you, aman
And shoo away the birds

They’ve come to take you
Part you from me, aman
Part you from me, aman
Break my heart

Those are birds from afterlife, mother
Caress me one last time, aman
Caress me one last time, aman
Kiss me one last time

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