Tiny Sister - Sistars

It’s round noon, Your toys look so dumb

Nobody wants to play anymore

A lot of people seems to be asleep

Except Your mother — the person with milk

In one room, deep gloom

She’s holding that girl

Smaller then Your doll

The smell of warmth

And sweet pure love

Is bringing a huge tear into Your eye

Hold Your breath and understand

There is no word that You can say

You’re summers just two pinkies

That is all You know today

You are coming closer wondering if she’s also Yours

Her face so beautiful, her dream is only about the mummy boobs

In one room, deep gloom

She’s holding that girl

Smaller then Your doll

The smell of warmth

And sweet pure love

Is bringing a huge tear into Your eye

The joy just cannot stay inside