Mother

The lines of the old scratch above the eyebrows
Keriputmu skin thinning
Gray hair covered in a veil
Nampakkan wistful melancholy face
Miss your son leave the village

Five children leave yourself warsa
In studying perantaun
Opponents fought hard times
Make provisions for food

Mother ...
Hundreds letter never existed reply
I have nothing taboo about it until destination
His mother was illiterate
Unable to read, but
Ink streaks were so heart binder

His mother ....
I want to go home
I brought her success story abroad
Thanks to thy prayers conductivity
Dreaming about your blessings blessings