Mother gave the birth to a little son Lucky in the rain of falling bombs Father he is young but old and wise You see the wrinkles around his eyes Hold me, cover my sight This is no paradise, don't show me Vicious sides of the world How many hours and how many days Mother's just slipping away How many months and how many years And tears How many centuries and how many times With fears Folks are selling flowers like nothing's going on Simply ignoring the falling bombs Children play around, I guess they found some wheels You see them running down the naked fields Hold me, cover my sight This is no paradise, don't show me Vicious sides of the world How many hours and how many days Mother's just slipping away How many months and how many years And tears How many centuries and how many times With fears How many hours and how many days Mother's just slipping away How many months and how many years And tears How many centuries and how many times With fears How many hours and how many days Mother's just slipping away How many months and how many years And tears How many centuries and how many times With fears