The tears of greiser child crowd I pull it on a white hair werf into

air the wet chain and wish me that I would have a nutmother



No sun me does not shine a chest has milk cried in my throat

puts a hose has no navel on the belly



Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!



I was not allowed to lick nipples and no fold for hiding nobody gave

me a name witnessed in haste and without seeds



The nutmother me never bore I tonight sworn I become it an

illness to give and it thereafter in the river to sink



Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!



In its lungs a Aal on my forehead a nutmother mark lives removes it

with measurer kiss even if I to it die must



Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!



In its lungs a Aal on my forehead a nutmother mark lives removes it

with measurer kiss even if I bleeds must



Nutmother

oh give me strength