I was passing through my childhood
on a bike
to the delight of flying with the balloons

من از کودکی هایم می گذشتم
بر چرخی که می راندم
...تا شوق به پرواز درآمدن با بادبادک ها

I will hold you
Tightest
When you feel most
Alone

There are moments in the day
          When we are tired
          And we are done

Baby girls become the mommy
          There was no time
          To be young

This doesn't grant us complaining rights
          But geez, give us a break
          Sleep deprived
          Night after night

Life keeps us awake