Mama I never met you. I looked through the long english meadows, I wolk the difficults deserts, I sailed a thousand seas but I dind’t find you.
Mama I never saw you. They said me you were close to me and when I was little you told me stories about beautiful princesess and you played with me in the sea but I don’t remember anything about this.
And time goes on, and I still find you.
And time goes on, and hope fades with it.
And time goes on, and it still hurts me.
Mama, what we do?
Mama, where are we?