La ra la ah...
Living one's life without hope,
Living death without actually passing,
Seeing in the eyes of a child
The will to grow up...
Seeing in the eyes of a child
The will to grow up...
La ra la ah...
But those who persevere, always succeed
And I cannot grow old
Without having seen how a child
Is born in more ways than one!
Without having seen how a child
Is born in more ways than one!
La ra la ah...!
It has to be a blue son
Bore from the sea's high tides;
Child of time, Southerly wind,
Stormy conjugation of the verb 'to love'!
It has to be a blue son
Bore from the sea's high tides;
Child of time, Southerly wind,
Stormy conjugation of the verb 'to love'!
La ra ah eh...