The smell of today is sweet like breastmilk in the wind
Tiny waves of holy water, this could be the last whiff of them all
Grief has long flown by and words are only good for lies
In the fleeting world of our fathers, lala lalala lala
The eternal world of our mothers, lala lalala, lala lala
Words can only mean this now, bitter taste has long flown by
We are not afraid to die
Forgetting the words of our fathers, lala lalala lala
We whisper the words of our mothers, lala lalala, lala lala
We are not afraid to die, we are not afraid to leave
This fleeting world of our fathers, lala lalala lala
The eternal world of our mothers, lala lalala, lala lala
This fleeting world of our fathers, lala lalala lala
The eternal world of our mothers, lala lalala, lala lala