He's born loved of mama,
Mama's favorite, Mama's treasure.
Touch the boy, and Mama will teach you a lesson.
Mama will scream at the top her voice,
'do you want to kill me! '
Mama's life is hidden in him.

He's caressed and tickled,
So Mama and him might show out their teeth.
Mama dances him, swings him on air where birds fly.
And when the day dies, mama sings a lullaby,
and kisses him goodnight.
So he can be handed over to the world of dreams.
And when dawn peeps, do not be surprised,
how he drew an African map on the sheets without a pen.

And when he attends kindergarten,
Mama's boy plays hide and seek, in the woods far away....