I shall send you,
Send you to the old man home
As for your rehabilitation
As who will look after you
In your old age?
My dear mom, mama, mum, mummy,
Mind it not,
As we both of us modern,
Careerist and busy professionals,
Who has time to look after you,
Even we cannot care for our own children,
Handing them over into the hands of baby-sitters,
Somehow carrying on the things?
Mama, you cannot be bad,
But a son can be,
I know it well,
But what can I do,
Say you, mama,
I am alone in my mechanical flat
Living with the same monotonous city people
And their race,
Mechanical and technical?