Mum was a Golden Hearthred person,
that spread all her love to each one , how to forget the evenings in the green fields hand to hand hearth to hearth
under the sun of your sunrise
mum....miss you every second,every moment , ´cause nothing compares to U
 All the flowers that you Planted in the backyard are dead
 and the echo of old times sounds in my hearth like iron on soul , ´cause of you.
Nothing compares to U  
but something thet never will can this life
erase is the proudness of being your son and the most beatyfull dream
that`s you

mum your son Ruben that allways think of you

another day without you, so cruel  ,so hard, i feel blue

you and me forverer the cat is nameless