Why couldn't I find a verse about the mothers who In front of the gates don't allow me to use my key and enter? Far before I beheaded their firstborn my grave was dug Now put my corpse to sleep Give me a child and I'll give you a man Able to form it, I'll mold it like clay Give me your child, I will give you a man With shapeless water I will pour your vase Would you...? Would you drink the cup that I'm about to drink? Would you do that for me? As you have learned just give simple pray for those Who stand against the heavy rain in a thin and filthy coat Give me a child and I'll give you a man Able to form it, I'll mold it like clay Give me your child, I will give you a man With shapeless water I will pour your vase That's only one way road No turning back at all If you do not conquer self You will be conquered by self With stones on my neck and sourness in mouth You could teach me the weight, the taste of this world