Nhạc sĩ: Boublil, Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-Michel Schönberg
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God on high
God on high Hear my prayer
I've
always been there He is young,
he's afraid
Bring him home
He's like the son I might have known
God had granted me a son
The summers die one by one
How soon they fly on and on And I am old and will be gone
In peace bring him joy He
is young,
he's only born
You can take,
you
can give Let him be,
let
him live
