Mother, why has Dad left us?

He is searching for treasure my son
After finding one, he’ll come back home.
Of course, he’ll be too tired and too shamed to look at our eyes

Where exactly is that treasure Mom?

Up and above the hills of this world
North, South, West and East my son
Where there is a skirt, the treasure is in that location

Mom, I don’t think I understand what you’re uttering

Child, go and play outside with other children

This child has so many questions
Questions that hurt me, like I’m being stabbed at my heart

My lost husband, please come home before the twilight,
I can’t take it anymore.