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The son is sleeping quietly at breast, without movement,

He flies with angels in his dreams.

His mother’s breathing slowly, watching

Her son smiling, playing in a dream.

Today life flies so fast

Sometimes you don’t have time to turn around

And son grew up already. Look, he’s running to you

And talking about the countries where he wants to come back.

Appreciate breast feeding time!

It passes quickly, you will not catch it.

Mother, take care of the moments of your Path!

Invest yourself in it, no loss, you’ll gain it!