Sometimes you see in colors and you feel you could
Hide away, avoid, ignore
A part of you, a part of you.
There are times when you fall apart and you try to convince yourself
And you understand that you begin to hate
A part of you, a part of you.
And you know how to count, how to read and how children are born
And you no longer believe in Ali Baba and in nonsense
And you feel that it will never be as it once was
And more and more often come to your mind
Your mother’s words who used to say you should belive in your world.
Your world, your world
Where you can still dream,
Where you can still fly,
Where there are thousands of colors and worlds
Among which your own world is.
Sometimes you no longer have strenght,
You no longer believe in tomorrow after yesterday
But something gives you hope,
It’s a part of you, a part of you
That knows everything you’d like,
That knows everything about your life
And your inner child.
When you scold me it hides away,
That part of you, that part of you.
And you know how to count, how to read and how children are born
And you no longer believe in Ali Baba and in nonsense
And you feel that it will never be as it once was
And more and more often come to your mind
Your mother’s words who used to say you should belive in your world.
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Your world, your world
Where you can still dream,
Where you can still fly,
Where there are thousands of colors and worlds
Among which your own world is.