Look, Pt. 1 کے بول

A mother, reaching out with a tiny mouth I can't just watch the boy die All alone, and both of us crying The sand gets wet Two little salty piles Mother and child alone Bright eyes opened up by mighty hands The well was always there Fill the skin and give the boy a drink Let the sand get wet There is always plenty of water Mother and child alone There is always plenty of water Mother and child alone