Luyện nghe bài hát Mutter - Translation

The tears of old crowd
I draw them on a hair
throw in the air the wet
and that I'd had a mother

No sun that to me
No has cried milk
In my throat a is placed
Have no in my stomach

I was not to lick nipples
And no folds to
No one me a name
Sired in scurries and sperm

The mother who has born me
I have sworn
I am to give her a sickness
And then drown her in a

In her lungs an Eel
On my a mother mark
it by knife's kiss
Even if I die
Even if I must

give me strength