kort, dina kort. . Еh, det дare snart vеare snart lдttar molnen som du mеlat pе himlen min. Och du fеare ingen tеare, ingenting. . Fцare din mamma. Borde lдrt dig lite granna. Tцnt. Sдg till din
Verse 1. Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile. I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness. And I have to sit down for a while