បាតជើង

They are left like scorpions on the soles of their feet

Good old stories buried underfoot

Women are like grass underfoot.

He must have had his footprints on the ground

WHEN WE'RE BORN, OUR FEET ARE RED, AND ONLY OUR MOTHERS CARE FOR US

it because I destroy everything I touch and I made my mother cried, my father's tear dropped down because I'm a bad child I hold my hands and bow to your feet of my parents,

Bow to the soles of the feet

BABY HOW U FEEL, NOW I KILL ALL IT

I took the soles of my feet and kicked myself to the ground.

KNEEL DOWN TO SHOW RESPECT TO MY PARENTS; FATHER DROPPED ME OFF AT THE TAXI STAND