♫ Tomorrow it's going to be better to climb, Mama. ♫ ♫ Thula Mama, Thula Mama. ♫ ♫ Am I to break into the song like the blues man or troubadour. ♫ ♫ And then from long distance in no blues club am I to sing, ♫ ♫ baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. ♫ ♫ Should I now stop singing of love, ♫ ♫ now that my memory’s surrounded by blood? ♫
明天我们的奋斗将会更容易 图拉妈妈，图拉妈妈 我开始像蓝调歌手或游吟诗人一样歌唱 然而能让我歌唱的蓝调酒吧却难以寻觅 宝贝，宝贝，宝贝…… 是否我应该停止对爱的歌颂 当我的记忆已被鲜血淹没？