First the mole's leg grows
no matter how much they throw at me
I wish it was soon
For you to know fear
But they have to put effort
I also believe in dreams
They already invented a thousand mitotes
fingers send reports
They ask for chichi and do not answer
They don't want to find the baby
For me to throw in the towel
That I continue with my pulls
Here I bring to lend you
For him to leave the work
And while the time comes
Not just any hook gets stuck
They already invented a thousand mitotes
fingers send reports
They ask for chichi and do not answer
They don't want to find the baby