Children who love each other kiss each other up against the doors of the night
And passers-by point fingers at them
But children who love each other aren't there for anybody
And it's only their shadow that trembles in the night
Enraging the passers-by
Their rage, their contempt, their laughter and their envy
Children who love each other aren't there for anybody
They are somewhere else far beyond the night
Far higher than the day
In the dazzling clarity of their first love
They are somewhere else far beyond the night
Far higher than the day
In the dazzling clarity of their first love