I whisper in my room
Why my father
Every time I asked you to buy a bicycle
You argued the streets are too narrow?
Come here please
Look at the women from my window
Riding horses, piloting airplanes, Skating, dancing on water sailing boats
And they are laughing
Laughing , laughing
But whenever I tried to smile I got slapped by a war
Why, my mother
Whenever I tried to straighten my hair under the sun
You plaited it while it was still dewy?
Why my father, why, my mother
Whenever I painted a butterfly on the wall you made it fly?
Look at the hearts
They have wings and they are singing