1945 [English translation]

Come from centuries amd hold my hands, warmly

Or the child in me will be left helpless

Alone are the children fed with anger

And their hopes from flowers, their pain from histories

They were humans too, like you, like me

And they believed in love, in respect

Like you... Like me...

They were children, somewhat abandoned, somewhat resentful

As though somewhat hurt

As though inadequately loved

As though they were ashamed of the conflict and quietened

Kiss so their bead-like tears dry in their faith

The year was nineteen forty-five and they were humans too

And they believed in love, in respect

Like you... Like me...