I feel her melancholic rhythm...

When I was a child
My mother used to sing
In her own melody and rhythm
I was but an infant
All I needed was her teat
That was all for me

When I am a man now
My mother no longer sings
In her own melody and rhythm
I am but a grown up man
All I need is her song
That is all for me.

What they need
All men of my age
I know

They are longing
For that song
They missed in infancy

I feel her melancholic rhythm
The song of the mother earth.

- Sachi