I wonder how a mother Survives when her son dies during the war. She must be proud of him But she breaks down and cries. I wonder how a mother Decides to give birth to a new child of this folk It should be deed of honour But she leaves him alone. No, I'll be a new mother for new children.
Era um comedia, acho que passou antes de Blossom Era de um anjo da guarda. Dois caras eram amigos, um morreu, e este, virou o anjo do amigo vivo. Somente o amigo vivo conseguia ver o morto, seu anjo.
I wonder how a mother Prevents her son to learn the art of combat It is the soldier's duty! But she leaves him no space. I wonder how a mother Asserts that her son was accident of love Cause when he was born She thought that she was free no more.
These days a 'modern' mother Does not embody the image of safe Earth She doesn't want to hear She doesn't want to embrace. No, I'll be a new mother My son will grow and will fight as I'll have taught My girl will find her love And later she will become.
She will be a new mother For new children.