I look out of the window
and it makes me very sad,
spring has left
who knows when it will return.
the clown has become a king
the prophet has become a clown
and I have forgotten the way
but I am still here
And it will be better
it will be better, yes
though I break down sometimes
but tonight
oh, tonight,
I will stay with you.
Children wear wings
and fly off to the army
and after two years
they return without an answer.
People live under stress
looking for a reason to breathe
and between hatred and murder
they talk about peace.
And all will be better...
Up there in the sky
clouds are learning how to fly
and I look up
and see a hijacked airplane.
The government and the generals
divide the land,
into "theirs" and "ours"
when will we see the end?
Here comes the prince of Egypt
oh how I rejoiced for him
there are pyramids in (our) eyes
and peace in his pipe
and we said let's complete (it)
and we'll live as brothers
and he then said (let's) advance,
just go out from the territories.
And all will be better...
I look out of my window
to see if all this is real
I look out of my window and muttered my prayer
more advocacy for wolf and lamb
the leopard shall lay down with the goat
But in the meantime you keep
by the palm of your hand
And all will be better...
I look out of my window
maybe a new day will come