Come back in ages, hold me with your warm hands
Otherwise my child will be helpless too
Kids who live on anger are lonely
And their hopes from flowers, pains from histories
Like you, like me, they all were people too
And they believed in love and they believed in respect
Like you.. like me..
They were abandoned, a bit resentful kids
Like a bit hurted
Like haven't got enough love
Like ashamed because of the fight and they stopped talking
Kiss the hurted tears, let them dry in your beliefs
It's 1945, they all were people too..
And they believed in love and believed in respect
Like you.. Like me..