Little girl, a pitiful sound
A beauty that making the moon turn around the earth
Nothing to say
Im going away, child

Other toun, a stillness of blind
A bearded advicing me to keep it all in my mind
Empty inside,
a peace of mind died

Flowers fields in just pink and white,
a ruins of grass that was turning to burial site
What is this place,
an outcome of fight?

Incense lines, cultural signs
Passengers smiling, see on their faces lies
Nothing received,
now I'll just leave

Through the wind, to overcome that
A terrified yowling that comes through the children's bad
" Cry my baby, cry "
" You will be fine "

Dreaming on storks and free open wide
An eye getting open, im swapping the side
" Cry my baby, cry "
I sad and smiled