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takeo ischi - kaasan no uta (english version) lyrics

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[verse 1]
my mother’s work didn’t end with the night
knitting gloves that she would give to me
when the winter winds would blow, she would cook for us a stew
oh, how bitter was the cold back then
news has now come here from the people back at home
and with it smells of cooking at the hearth

[verse 2]
my mother’s work making linen from flax
day and night, she never shirked her work
my father sat at her side, beating hard against the straw
do your best he’d always say to me
winter in my hometown was always so lonely
a radio was their best friend

[verse 3]
my mother’s work her hands rough and red and raw
taking care of us day and night
the last snow will melt an it soon will be spring
yes, the fields are waiting for their seed
oh, the babbling of the brook, listen and you’ll hear
nostalgia has soaked me to the bones
nostalgia has soaked me to the bones

- takeo ischi lyrics

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