Gogol Bordello - Letter To Mother

The noise in this joint is unearthly And soon I awkwardly say "Oh look, there it is, my whole life in a ashtray" I can go back to her that way Because in blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing Someone stuck his Finnish knife Under my heart I know even though she doesn't show it She grieves sorely for her son And often walks out to the road In her old fashioned coat And in blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing How someone stuck his Finnish knife Under my heart (Under my heart) In blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing Someone stuck his Finnish knife Under my heart I know she definitely grieves sorely for me I know shes dirty and angry for me Welcome back she forgive me so Motherly, motherly, motherly