The sun, morning of flower and salt
And sand on the lipstick

Lighthouse, longing on the clothesline
Red, blue, brown

I am an umbilical cord
For me, it's never enough

And the sun burning my newspaper
My voice, my light, my sound

Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother

The sky, apple foam
Belly, two brothers

My hair, black wool
Nose, and face, and hands

The honey, the silver, the gold and the frog
Head and heart

And the sky opens in the morning
I take shelter in lap, on the ground

Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother

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