All houses are dark until the mother wakes up. She gets busy with the breakfast, But for whom does she make? For us fellow. All houses are messy, Until the mother cleans it all. She gets angry with us, But whose fault is it? Isn't it ours? All houses are in troubles, Until the mother comes as the light. Until she solves our issues, And say: Just have faith in yourself. Mother! Mother! Wish if I could turn the time backwards, But of course never Can I make it all up.