I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes; Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry. Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky; I am glad to be alive. It is my seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry; My brother and sister cling to Mama's side. She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide; Someone weeps, I fall asleep. It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore; I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry. Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky; Why is there nothing now to do but die?