| Mother, your children die
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| Can’t you hear them cry?
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| Don’t you see them begging for love
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| But you let them starve
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| Mother, it’s your explicit duty
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| To take care, you are their good fairy
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| To educate them to bring them up
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| Cause your children are our future
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| But when you don’t change your attitude
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| Our future is counted for lost
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| And the loss of our future
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| Means the comedown of our world
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| Mother, you’ve borne your children
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| At the same time you took charge of them
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| To give them love and spend your time
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| To let them fall into disrepair is capital crime
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| Mother is not only a word
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| It means guardian, intimate and support
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| Breeding begins at home
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| And so you form the future
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| That must be your attitude
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| Otherwise our future is counted for lost
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| And the loss of our future
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| Means the comedown of our world
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| Mother, where are you now?
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| Mother, take care for your children
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| Otherwise our future is counted for lost
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| And the loss of our future
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| Means the comedown of our world |