It's round noon, Your toys look so dumb
   Nobody wants to play anymore
   A lot of people seems to be asleep
   Except Your mother - the person with milk
  
   In one room, deep gloom
   She's holding that girl
   Smaller then Your doll
   The smell of warmth
   And sweet pure love
   Is bringing a huge tear into Your eye
  
   Hold Your breath and understand
   There is no word that You can say
   You're summers just two pinkies
   That is all You know today
  
   You are coming closer wondering if she's also Yours
   Her face so beautiful, her dream is only about the mummy boobs
  
   In one room, deep gloom
   She's holding that girl
   Smaller then Your doll
   The smell of warmth
   And sweet pure love
   Is bringing a huge tear into Your eye
  
   The joy just cannot stay inside