In pain and agony I bore you
Based on the plan from, of old
The journey of seconds
Thou turn into millions of minutes
And all these I bore with the hope for posterity
So be us proud, my child
In the still hour of the night
The heavenly bodies produce not their light
For the heaven bodies see the pain flowing through veins of the woman
And the sweat like that of Golgotha
A sigh and a cry dost bring peace
Here you’re my child be us proud.
In the scorching and terrifying sight of the sun
The path of life I clear for you
And the galloping road I level for you
So to see you have a seat where I have not.
And shame undue to me I take
All because of you, so be us proud my child.
