Me Ru Con

[English Translation]
A mother sits on a slow swinging hammock
She is singing her baby to sleep
She wishes for the rain to fall
From the clouds floating by
The rain would water the rice crops and make them sprout
Sadly she reflects on the state of her country

In her heart is sorrow
For her country is being destroyed
Everyday she sings to her child
Everyday her child is growing older
She feels her child has a sad future

Uncertain, like a river that is flowing to the vast unknown sea

Her voice, a high wave of sound
Is carried by the air
It shrouds the heart of those that hear it

"This lullaby is the first lesson my baby shall have
Teaching with the language of his country
One day he will grow up and leave me
He will leave me to join in the fight
Against those who destroy our country"

She sits like a sad statue
She wonders about her destiny
And the destruction of her country
Her baby is tender and innocent
Why should he have to grow up
In a world of conflict
A world in which he can never be free