Growing up slowly in the cradle of a suffering time
in a place not chosen in this strange life

Walking in hours filled by an awakened dream
Of freedom fields blooming with golden thoughts

Always seeking what you have lost in your childhood
when a cloud could amuse you because of a sprinkling
shower.

Lost in the shadow of our running and dazed minds
but the sun will shine over the life of a child.

Close your eyes in the cradle of this troubled world
chosen by a light so much gloom and dark for us all

Listening to words blinded by a million bullets
sprawled in fields covered by an echoed green

Lost in the shadow of our running and dazed minds
but the sun will shine over the life of a child.
Lost in the shadow of our running and dazed minds
but the sun will shine over the life of a child.