I have bad dreams
And you make bad dreams
While they sleep really peacefully…
I, you, they
I am afraid in the dark
And you cry in the depths of bars
Look out! All that is fragile…
I, you, they
I kick balls
My little brother plays with dolls
Mum is above, dad is below.
You do not like it
I, you, they
And it is not easy to understand
I, you, they
It is about lost children
Parents who do not love each other any more
Dad on a trip
Mum swims after him
With tears that file past…
I, you, they
Dad who smiles
Mum cannot cope but acts as if she can
And then doubt creeps in…
I, you, they
Of course we will have other mums
Always younger than the one before.
And step-brothers that we will love
That's a promise
I, you, they
And it is not easy to understand
I, you, they
It is about lost children
Parents who do not love each other any more
I, you, they
And it is not easy to understand
I, you, they
And it will be difficult to change
I, you, they
And growing up is not easy
I, you, they
It is about wild children
Who will do the same at our age