Nana Mouskouri - Serons-nous spectateurs

When a child is hungry
At the age where carelessness should feed him
Of its fiery pollen that would make it run
In the immediate Eden of light years
Who are the real treasure that we are offered on earth
That everything seems to me in vain
When a child is hungry
Will we be spectators
When children die?
When a child is cold
At the age where carelessness should cover him
Of an iridescent rainbow coat of pleasure
The farther men go every day it turns out
That there is the garden, what a beautiful garden the earth
I'm ashamed of it sometimes
When a child is cold
Will we be spectators
When children die?

When a child is afraid
At the age when recklessness offers its halo
To the children of the earth: black, white, yellow or Creole
The injustice and the horror that seem banal to us
So much we have been shown that war is fatal
Will we be spectators
When a child is afraid?
Will we be spectators
When children die?

In front of our jar where everything becomes banal
So much we have been shown that war is fatal
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When children die? :| 3x