Mother you deceived me!
With tears dropping warm
Mother you deceived me!
Cannot I nurture my wrath against you
As you nourished me with love relentlessly
Cannot I? O, tell me mother cannot I?
Your feet upon which I longed
to lay my forehead
my forehead moved away
moved away into darkness
Is it my blindness? , my wrath
My wrath led me
Led me to stand far aside
Behind opened green gates
It's a wintry morning
And yet I stand behind those green gates
Mother you deceived me
Out of love and forgiveness
you deceived me
I will come back
I will soon come back mother
If only, O, if only you be able enough
to scorn me
Close those gates forever henceforth
I will, your son, come back again
lay upon your feet, now cleansed
by your deceiving tears, my forehead
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