What a battle it was!He left me, not to be understood, he spoke of the teeth and that I needed more appointments.If you have put him close to a murderer, take him out of there, sir.Tommy had nothing to dream of, he had already spent all his futureIn his garden of the crossed trees, where the pains are not marked.Long night, short night, impossible night for the snow,Night black as the sea, night that I ran without ever arriving.Now let's make two accounts, me and you, sir.That day Tommy pulled a rope to the sky, then he was no longer seen, there was nothing.So putting it around his neck seemed fun to him,But Tommy is so lost, so small, that if you can not hug him at least.Let it be a short night, let the winter be light,When you can, if you have a moment, tell him that I was there and I did not make it in time.Give him a moment as a mother, against your rules in mind,Do it so much that he sees you, take it from mine that I have already had so much.Do it so much that he sees you, take it from mine that I have already had so much.Give him a moment as a mother, against your rules in mind,Do it so much that he sees you, take it from mine that I have already had so much.Do it so much that he sees you, take it from mine that I have already had so much.