My brothers and sisters are coming back from the war, his hands are red
Both shoulders have no slopes
He was shaking, his eyes on us one to one
I know you back my son
Suddenly he collapsed in the yard he daddy
The mother was slowly pinching her hard forehead
My hand is the mother of fish, my hand is bleeding
I know you back my son
That afternoon she was licking mother, lekah belly
I was not aiming, but my hand was covered
His bow is very poor
We just dropped, I hugged him on the floor
You alone are the threshold of my son
Rub the bleeding fingers
Keep the barrel of the red rifle
I know you back my son