a song generated from seeing scenes of children being targeted in Gaza
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this song's lyric line drifts back and forth from dream to death...implying the difficulty of discussing/coming to terms with death vis-a-vis children...
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Les Enfants de la Guerre
the children are all quiet now
lost among their dreams
they don't laugh and they don't cry
when they sleep
prince and princess, close your eyes
the war is far away now
leave behind this broken world
when you dream
born into a battleground
it's all you've ever known
unwitting soldiers all your lives
now you're gone
broken homes and broken bones
and scars you'll bear for life
days of smoke and broken glass
until the end
once you held your brother's hand
your mother's soothing voice
your father's face, do you recall?
they were all beside you
prince and princess, close your eyes
the war is far away now
leave behind this broken world
when you dream
the hand that once was soft and warm
is now so stiff and cold
the little heart so full of life
beats no more
hide and seek and tag and run
being kids - just having fun
but in a flash of fire and noise
they played no more
once you held your brother's hand
your mother's soothing voice
your father's face, do you recall?
they were all beside you
but you will see them in your dreams
for there they still survive
and there they still will comfort you
so go there now
tous les enfants ils sont dormes
avec leurs reves douces
les jeux ils jouer pendant le jour
dans le monde du reves...
entrez le monde du reves
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