Mum. This day is yours. One day a year only.
These cheap flowers are mine. You can't replace the Work,
but I'm happy to give them. Part of your heavy load
I carry. Mum. Your hair is gray. The years have marked
Kai. I guess it has its own color. You got my nasty words.
Now I want to make up for it all. This is my apology.
You closed me in your arms in the evenings, while the land grew dark in the evening.
Life was carefree then. It takes me back to years ago.
Now that your day is already falling into the evening. travel with you
Äiti. This day is yours. One day a year only.
These cheap flowers are mine. You can't replace work
mother, oh mother, oh mother