Well, you're awake and still waiting stubbornly ?
Do not. Forget their anxiety .
I 've already not sixteen , Mom!
Me more ! And this is perhaps the point.
I know it really has become a tradition in the world,
And even foresee your answer ,
That children are always children to the mother ,
Let them at least twenty , even thirty years
Yet over the years gone by means
Somehow I already have .
And former supervision and control , as in childhood,
Already insulting and do not need.
Surely there must be , well, something very private !
When will make Say Yes Say ! -
That this is often in addition to hunting
You are forced to resort to lies.
My dear , do not look tired !
Our love is stronger even now .
Well, unless you brought me bad ?
Believe me , please , very Believe!
And let the fear of your heart is not beating ,
After all, I foolishly did not fall in love ,
Do not go out to meet who have ,
With bad company is not in touch.
And do not climb into a hole somewhere ,
Kohl met on the road trouble,
I immediately come for advice, mom
Immediately feel and come.
Sometime it is necessary to be bolder in fact ,
And if sometimes will do wrong,
Well, then I will then smarter
And the best bruise than glass cover .
Give me your hand to kiss ,
Kindest in the whole world .
No, Mom , I'm jealous
Children , they do not always kids !
And you do not sit at the window stubbornly
Cooking in the shower for a question.
I 've already not sixteen , Mom.
Understand . And look at me seriously.
I beg you : throw from the heart of sadness,
And you do not let anxiety sharpens .
Fear not, dear. I 'll be back soon !
Sleep, Mom. Sleep tight . Goodnight !
