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Tell me, mother, are we in the east?
Is it true that the sun rises here?
Mother, mom, tell the truth,
Why does this thunder come not from the cloud,
And the cloud appeared like a phantom
Above the house…
Hiding my face in my hands,
Mother, mom, are we in the east,
I see the flame where the sun is supposed to rise.
Is it true that the sun rises here?
Mother, mom, tell the truth,
Why does this thunder come not from the cloud,
And the cloud appeared like a phantom
Above the house…
Hiding my face in my hands,
Mother, mom, are we in the east,
I see the flame where the sun is supposed to rise.