Lado! why did you go across the border?
Searches in streets and parks, your mother.
Your beloved doll sleeps alone on the bed;
Mom weeps in the nights, when remember.
The doll sobs alone on the bed, in dry eyes,
Eyes of pity mom shed, the stream of tears.
Holding the comb in her hand, calls mom:
Come Lado!, let me comb your tangled hair.
Crickets have consumed all your books,
Those are left deserted, in all these years.
A pair of your favourite clothes and toys,
mother has kept safely, in the coffer.
You stepped other side just for your fun,
remained unknown it was enemy's border.
Where would send your ticket and passport;
mom doesn't know, she'd find you where?
Searches in streets and parks, your mother.
Your beloved doll sleeps alone on the bed;
Mom weeps in the nights, when remember.
The doll sobs alone on the bed, in dry eyes,
Eyes of pity mom shed, the stream of tears.
Holding the comb in her hand, calls mom:
Come Lado!, let me comb your tangled hair.
Crickets have consumed all your books,
Those are left deserted, in all these years.
A pair of your favourite clothes and toys,
mother has kept safely, in the coffer.
You stepped other side just for your fun,
remained unknown it was enemy's border.
Where would send your ticket and passport;
mom doesn't know, she'd find you where?
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