If I believe in mom, especially in the ninth month,
And they wait for my appearance outside,
Tension grows in every little bone,
It can’t be explained —
Feelings inexpressible.

And what to call consciousness,
When words are absent?
Alone with the unknown,
There isn’t even light.

Soon the water will flow out,
And the womb will open.
To reach eternal life,
The born fear dying,
And I — being born into their world.