You will meet a child.
Don't laugh,
don't laugh at us.
In my heart,
in my soul,
there is a green meadow on which
none, none ever walked.
If you will want to meet him,
then walk gently because,
in my silence,
even a smile could make noise.
Don't speak...
Don't speak...
Don't speak...
Don't speak...
Don't speak...
Don't speak...
In my heart,
in my soul,
among blades of grass, you will see
distant shadows
of lonely people
who have been here
for a moment,
and who I love now
because they made away
for you...
for you...
for you...
for you...
In my heart,
in my soul,
among blades of grass, you will see...