little girl here in my arms
just born, a few hours in a life
never heard of sorrow or pain
the happiest girl in the world
when i think of what she'll be later
i realise she could be a drunk
a dealer, murderer or robber
and it all depends on me
how often we would have trouble
because i would play the strict mother
just to protect her against the life
with drugs and drinks and cigarettes
but instead of worrying i look at my baby
lying, crying in my arms
never heard of sorrow, pain
and her life depends on me
and i'm proud of that
-voor één keertje in de huid van een moeder kruipen-