Oh, mother, without you the Earth is not my friend
And on my cheeks flow tears, for I cannot pretend;
Your house is sad and empty, I feel like a John Doe
When nobody replies me, although I say, “Hello!”.

The phone is stern and silent, it doesn't ring at all
How much I'd like you, angel, to give me a short call,
To hear again those words so touching and divine:
“My baby, this is mother, I hope that you are fine”.

And maybe this is only a nightmare or a spell
In which an evil demon has taken me to hell
That's why I am so eager to wake up and to see
The lovely face that always was watching over me.

But time is running quickly and you are not around
Where are your eyes, dear mother, so gentle and profound?
I know they died for good and cannot see and thrive
And I am also dead, although I'm still alive.