Music for steem week #30 - (Old age home) cover by me @xibar71

How are you all? I hope you are well by the grace of God. Today I will perform a song among you.
This is my first song. I hope you like it.

Boy is my great man, great officer
You can't go to a big flat.
A variety of things, and furniture is expensive
I was the only one who was the least expensive.
My son has a lot of respect for me
Boy is my great man, great officer
You can't go to a big flat.
A variety of things, and furniture is expensive
I was the only one who was the least expensive.
My son has a lot of respect for me
My address is the old age home.

This is the cupboard and mirror I use
These cannot be kept in very old flats.
And his father's chubby, house, knife, farewell is hasty
Who left the pet old autopsy.
Husband-wife and essential places are less
My address is the old age home.

You can't eat rice with your own hands
I would say if I was not a fool in Karbir.
Kadat Khoka listens to me with swollen lips
Khoka bodhaya kadena no longer understands in his mind.
As a child, Khoka used to dream and cry
I would keep it tied to my chest with both hands.
The two hands are still searching and forgetting
My address is now the old age home.

Khoka also became a two-year-old boy
Twenty-five years ago, now face up.
I want to live a hundred years now is my taste
Twenty-five years later Khoka will be sixty-nine.
I also saw a small place in this room of the ashram
Baby, I'll be in two together.
I dreamed of that day
Face to face, I am a child and an old woman.

Thank you so much....
@xibar71