How crazy is this planet called earth?
Where your foot will soon be set
And the great mountains that you seek to reach
That soil that you’ll seep into
The pricking thorns
That will make the thick red liquid flow from your back
The green milky leaves that you’ll set your eyes on
As seasons change
Will turn into dark, dry ashes,
Like the breast filled with that sweet drink
Soon turns into nothing left, as your years change

No matter how sweet my darling child you are
This world will see the bright star
And will still look grotesque in their shining eyeball
Not even my umbilical cord that has been attached
To you in my marble
Will be able to drag you away from this sad land
The sweet innocence in you creates fear within my veins
That same vein that would make sure the divine fruits reach you