A piece that is a bit different from our usual compositions, which questions the act of bringing a child into the world in the current times of barbarism. The child asks his parents why? Why throw him into this world of anxiety and pain. Hoping that these emotions will be shared with you.
Small hands shake.
I lie awake.
The world's so loud.
A scary crowd.
I see the news.
They break my toys.
The angry noise.
It steals my joys.
Oh, little one, we're so sorry.
We only had love, blind and story.
We thought that would be enough.
We thought that would be enough.
But you're right, my love.
We have no words.
Just this broken world.
I drew a dream.
A gentle stream.
A sky of doves.
Full of loves.
But paper tears.
And my worst fears…
Will it be crushed?
In all this rush?
Oh, little one, we're so sorry.
We only had love, blind and story.
We thought that would be enough.
We thought that would be enough.
But you're right, my love.
We have no words.
Just this broken world.
Why invite me?
Why then fright me?
To this cruel game?
There's so much blame.
Men eat each other.
Why call me "brother"?
Into this fire?
…Just to expire?
Oh, little one, we're so sorry! (We are so sorry)
We only had love, blind and story! (Just our love)
We thought that would be enough. (We really did)
We thought that would be enough.
But you're right, my love. (You are so right)
We have no words. (No easy words)
Just this broken world.
Just this broken world...
We have no words...
Just our love...
Not enough...
