Блюз, твою мать!

Mommy… I’m feeling so dummy…
He’s having no mercy
For his little girl.
mmm… for his little girl.
Every eventual merry
Just like every person
He’s kicking the ball…
Mmm… just kicking the ball.

When I’m with him,
I am like a thing
Don’t tell me that’s my own ring!

Mother… I’m feeling so bother,
There is no way out
Of my own mind.
mmm… Of my own mind.
When I’m having so closer his skin
Feeling breathing and blood,
No matter to who has he been
And whatever the mud
There is no more… No doubt of the kind.

When I’m with him,
I am like a string
Don’t tell me that’s my own ring!