Translation: Sandro. My Mother Dear Poor.
Verse 1 Mother dear, O pray for me! Whilst far from heav'n and thee. I wander in a fragile bark, O'er life's tempestuous sea. O Virgin Mother, from
Translation: Mothers Of Invention. My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama.
We caught the ferry from Stanraer to Larne Over the great waves out under the stars To sleep in a cabin and look for the shore At six in the morning
