Oh My Children

Oh my children..; Whom I did not giving birth How you will grow up and become More mature than the honey In the heart of the flower? ! ... Oh my children Whom are crossing the wave of my heart… How can I be a sure that tomorrow… Are no longer berserk like a wave ... Oh my children Whom will cross the life before aware that, The earth which swallows us Is narrower than river and rock! And smaller than root and seed! .. Oh my children How to me, while, I am infected with blindness And my light is Slim.. How I will prevent from your eyes the darkness? !