[male vocals] Mama's
room
[male vocals] Mama's
room
Mama's
room ,
while
growing
up ,
mama's
room
smells
so
special,
the
pleasant
smell
of
baby's
oil,
powder ,
baby's
cream
aroma
rented
the
room,
the
pleasant
aroma
of
baby's
cream
eddies
all
sense
of
smell.
Many
years
later
papa
arrived
from
war
front,
they
say
afar
away
land
across
the
ocean.
He
was
happy
clutching
a
bottle
of
whisky,
each
moment
of
his
happiness.
sometimes
he
become
depressed
and
sad,
sreaming
in
his
sleep.
Quickly,
everything
changed ,
mama
became
pale,
papa
became
a
stranger
clutching
a
bottle
of
whisky.
Papa
was
ashame
of
sleeping
and
screaming.
War
took
away
papa
i
never
knew .
Demons
of
war
tormented
The
stranger
i
never
knew.
His
room
smell
of
cigratte
smoke
and
whisky,
sometimes
the
smell
of
balm
and
methol
scare
me.
his
shame
of
sreaming
in
the
sleep,
scare
me
and
my
mama.
But
we
still
love
him.
It
pains
me,
to
know
we
are
walking
away
with
our
luggage.
Ten
years
later,
i
went
every
where
in
search
of
my
father.
i
went
to
the
old
street
where
we
used
to
live.
I
learnt
he
died
of
medication
overdose.
Take
your
laurels
and
return
my
father.
I
missed
my
father
liked
the
air.
War
took
away
my
papa
from
me,
i
missed
the
stranger
i
never
knew
he
was
my
father.
A
thousand
roses
at
his
graveside,
i
missed
your
sense
of
smell ,
the
smell
of
smoke
and
fermented
drinks
I
missed
the
stranger
who's
now
my
father.
Take
your
laurels
and
return
my
father.
I
missed
my
father
liked
the
air.
I
asked
the
people
who
he
was,
they
said
to
me:
Look
yourself
in
the
mirror,
you
will
find
him.
Your
smile,
your
facial
expressions.
Demons
of
war
tormented
The
stranger
i
never
knew.
His
room
smell
of
cigratte
smoke
and
whisky,
sometimes
the
smell
of
balm
and
methol
scare
me.
Take
your
laurels
and
return
my
father.
I
missed
my
father
liked
the
air.
They
said,
he
was
handsome
in
his
twenties,
Strong
in
his
thirties
Wise
in
his
fourtis
but
came
home
retired
and
untired
of
war
of
smoke
and
whisky.
The
demons
of
war,
tomented
him
and
took
my
father
away
from
me.
Take
your
laurels
and
return
my
father.
I
missed
my
father
like
the
air.
A
thousand
roses
at
his
graveside,
i
miss
your
sense
of
smell ,
the
smell
of
smoke
and
fermented
drinks
Take
your
laurels
and
return
my
father.
I
missed
my
father
liked
the
air.