I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes; Mama strikes me and i draw a breath and cry. Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky; I am glad to be alive. It is me seventh day, i taste the hunger and i cry; My brother and sister cling to mama's side. She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide; Someone weeps, i fall asleep. It is twenty days today, mama does not hold me anymore; I open my mouth but i am too weak to cry. Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky; Why is there nothing now to do but die?