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Mom, why do butterflies fly high, the bees make honey and the ants carry food?

Mom, why do lots of clouds drift across the sky, why does it rain and shine?

Mom, why does the god appear, say and laugh in our dreams?

With his magic stick, he gathered white, green, yellow, red stars and raised them up over the roof...

Oh, tomorrow I will go to school when the rooster crows in the yard...

My teacher teaches me funny lessons, now one two three we sing together...

Oh, tomorrow I will go to school, I learn well and grow up fast...

I follow what mommy and daddy have said.

And why do I grow up, mom?

Mom, why is my grandfather's back bent, why is his voice hoarse, why are his beard and hair long?

Mom, why does dad say he loves me, what is love, and why mom?

Mom, why do butterflies fly high, the bees make honey and the ants carry food?

Mom, why do lots of clouds drift across the sky, why does it rain and shine?

Mom, why does the god appear, say and laugh in our dreams?

With his magic stick, he gathered white, green, yellow, red stars and raised them up over the roof...

Oh, tomorrow I will go to school when the rooster crows in the yard...

My teacher teaches me funny lessons, now one two three we sing together...

Oh, tomorrow I will go to school, I learn well and grow up fast...

I follow what mommy and daddy have said.

And why do I grow up, mom?

Mom, why is my grandfather's back bent, why is his voice hoarse, why are his beard and hair long?

Mom, why does dad say he loves me, what is love, and why mom?

Why, mom?

Why, mom?

Why, mom?

Why, mom?

Mom, why?