(spoken)
This is a song for the children
Who are born and who lives between steel
And bitume between concrete and asphalt
And who might never know
That the earth was a garden.
There was a garden that we called the earth
It shined under the sun like a forbidden fruit
No it was not paradise nor hell
nor something already seen or heard.
There was a garden, a house, trees
With a little bed of foam to make love on it
And a little creek rolling without any wave
Came to refresh it and went on his course.
There was a garden as big as a valley
We could feed ourselves in every season
On the hot land or on the frozen grass
And discover flowers that didn't have name.
There was a garden that we called the earth
It was big enough for millions of kids
It was once inhabited by our grand-fathers
Who kept it from their grand-parents.
Where is this garden where we could have been born,
Where we could have lived carefree and naked?
where is this house with all its doors open
That I still look for and that I no longer find?