They said she was simple-minded
Our neighbor, the lock-master's daughter
She was hiding in a cart
With eyes that saw far
And this frightened the kids
She spoke alone in her planet
With the voice of a doll
We children, we were stupid
We hide ourselves to listen
What she was saying:
Give me some bread
To eat tomorrow
Give me eyes
To see the blue sky
Give me your hand
Give me a dog
So that he likes me
And just a friend
To be nice
Give me your hand
They said she was simple-minded
But when I see the lost eyes
Of people who populate the planet
With hearts of beaten dogs
I hear this voice returning to me
I remember:
Give me some bread
To eat tomorrow
Give me flowers
To make colors
Give me your hand
Give me white stones
For every Sunday
Give me a smile
Not to die
Give me your hand
Give me some wood
To make me a roof
Give me a dog
So that he likes me
Give me your hand
Give me some bread
And a wood fire
Give me eyes
To see the blue sky
Give me your hand
Give me white stones
And gray pebbles
Give me a smile
Not to die
Give me your hand