Horror of war on TV screens,
pain etched on bloody faces,
one conflict after another
whilst in the park children run
free from such turmoil.
So on this beautiful azure day
let the children play, let the children play.
The old man struggles down the road
pausing at every few metres
whilst in the park children run
thinking only of the moment
but troubles will come soon enough
for in this nirvana they will not stay
so let the children play, let the children play.
pain etched on bloody faces,
one conflict after another
whilst in the park children run
free from such turmoil.
So on this beautiful azure day
let the children play, let the children play.
The old man struggles down the road
pausing at every few metres
whilst in the park children run
thinking only of the moment
but troubles will come soon enough
for in this nirvana they will not stay
so let the children play, let the children play.
