You wonder yet why your mother didn't sing you lullabies? 
If only I could recover my former face and heart at your feet 
If only I could recover my diamonds and pearls from your teeth, 
Will you turn in the last treasures hidden in your sillouttes?

The lamp is broken what happens to light in the wind?
The dead love is cremated and its ashes scattered
Across the plains for the wrath and strangers to come. 
Now you know why your mother didnt sing you lullabies.