What will my children say to me
When i sit near them on the edge of bed
What will they do when you put them between us
To be our hostages from this madness
What can angels do with us people
You have the thing to crumble me with
You can chase me to the corner (trap)
Neither i love you nor hate you
I just see you clearly this time
I just see you clearly this time
And then when you let them to me
I have a strange feeling, like I am borrowing them
Kids know everything what should be known
They can pretend not to see something, they know to be quiet
Angels know how to deal with us people
I just see you clearly this time
In front of my children