Mother I told you, I haven't changed Mother you reproached me, echoing my soul The past is lost ...Like the future It hurts to hear your voice It hurts to hear your silence I hurt for myself Mother I told you, I haven't changed Mother you reproached me, echoing my soul Mother listen and remember Last December How the winter and mud Fairooz that you hated Mother this is how I walked away When I said I will change my way. Mother I told you, I haven't changed Mother you reproached me, echoing my soul Mother this is how I walked Whether the war Or poverty Or the cold They all need travel This is winter And love They need warmth And a windowpane bleeding rain Chestnuts dancing on the fire And some photographs The past is lost Like the future It hurts to hear your voice It hurts to hear your silence I hurt for myself Mother.