I can’t mother, I can’t
I am fading, call the doctor
I am getting rotten, I am lost.

I’ve loved mother, I’ve loved
poor me, I do regret it
Ah mother why didn’t
listen to you…

I fell in love with beauty, mother.
Now I am ill, poor me, I’m lost.

Hush my daughter, don’t cry.
Tomorrow at daybreak
I will bring the doctor
and he will heal your wound.