Mother, your children die Can't you hear them cry ? Don't you see them begging for love But you let them starve Mother, it's your explicit duty To take care, you are their good fairy To educate them to bring them up Cause your children are our future But when you don't change your attitude Our future is counted for lost And the loss of our future Means the comedown of our world Mother, you've borne your children At the same time you took charge of them To give them love and spend your time To let them fall into disrepair is capital crime Mother is not only a word It means guardian, intimate and support Breeding begins at home And so you form the future That must be your attitude Otherwise our future is counted for lost And the loss of our future Means the comedown of our world Mother, where are you now ? Mother, take care for your children Otherwise our future is counted for lost And the loss of our future Means the comedown of our world