Two wings and three feathers
In her white dress
It looks like a bride
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
With its olive branch
Children of this world
Forget your slings
You may hurt me
I am the dove
The pretty dove
I would like to land
We learn far too soon
To wage war on all birds
To dirty the earth, the sky and the water
To destroy what is beautiful
Thus we get used to
Thinking we are allowed to do anything
And to no longer respect life
Yet, it is pretty
Two wings and three feathers
In my white dress
I look like a bride
I am the dove
The pretty dove
It will be necessary to tame me
You the most powerful in the world
For a few seconds
Grant her her freedom
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
Who is afraid to land
We have chased her so much
In all countries around the world
So many times for many thousands of years
That she does not know where to go
If we opened our hearts
If we knew how to give the best of ourselves
Happiness would not be far
She would not be afraid anymore
Two wings and three feathers
In her white dress
It looks like a bride
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
With its olive branch
All of you in this world
This rumbling world
With me if you want
The pretty dove
At nightfall
We shall tame
Two wings and three feathers
In her white dress
It looks like a bride
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
With its olive branch
Children of this world
Forget your slings
You might hurt her
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
Who would like to land
Two wings and three feathers
In her white dress
It looks like a bride
Here is the dove
The pretty dove
With its olive branch
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