Gentle mama,

Sing a lullaby ; your child cries

Rock him in the cradle and tell him lies,

For soon enough the danger will call him

To the front lines.



Where everything's as beautiful as it seems

His future is a field of flowers

Planted with mines !



Oh listen

To the mountain's fury,

To the raging wind,

To the ocean, weary

Of the poisonin'

When the rains come down,

Feel the tears of the earth



Oh listen!

Yes, a mother's heart is beating, inside the earth,

While her children rape the body that gave them birth.

How can we ask forgiveness after

Tha damage is done,

When we cannot ask the forest for a moment's shade,

Though every day of sun cuts like a razorblade -

And we cannot ask the river for water - If she has done !?



Oh listen !...

To the mountain's fury,

To the raging wind,

To the ocean, weary

Of the poisonin'

When the rains come down,

Feel the tears of the earth



Let the soldiers

Stagger home - Let every weapon rust

Let our hearts be healed of hatred, fear and mistrust

May the children learn from their elder's

Near-fatal mistakes...



And listen...

To the mountain's fury,

To the raging wind,

To the ocean, weary

Of the poisonin'

When the rains come down,

Feel the tears of the earth