LEARN LYRICS

Even though she smiles

She has a heavy heart

For again setting

An extra plate

A nasty habit

Since her son

Went off to study

And packed his boxes

She'd been warned

It'd be tough

When the youngest one

Left the nest

It seems crazy to her

This time gone by

The laundry basket

Doesn't overflow anymore

Of course she's proud

But it stings a bit

For me, for my brothers

She did her best

My mother's one of those

Who, somehow

Are still as beautiful

Sixty years on

Sixty years on

My mother's one of those

Are still as beautiful

Sixty years on

She strokes the cat

Staring at the ceiling

She already misses

The blasting music

As she rewinds

The film of her past

Tonight she's cooking

Alphabet pasta

The table is immense

The tomcat's happy

The meal, you can guess

Is awfully quiet

Maybe it's time

To clear away

The wooden table leaves

That take up all the space

Of course she's proud

But it stings a bit

For me, for my brothers

She did her best

My mother's one of those

Which are, incidentally

Are still as beautiful

A divorce older

A divorce older

My mother's one of those

Are still as beautiful

A divorce older

Passing by

The deserted rooms

The mess from before

Makes her nostalgic

She hears the laughter

The floorboards creaking

She knows getting old

Is a beautiful rip-off

Her forehead in her palm

She's not feeling so tough

About leaving her kids

In a world of crazies

A mom has to

Always worry

Even when her little ones

Are a head taller

Of course she's proud

But it stings a bit

For me, for my brothers

She did her best

My mother's one of those

Which are, incidentally

Are still as beautiful

Four kids later

Four kids later

My mother's one of those

Are still as beautiful

Four kids later