War Child

War Child Kids are playing in an dirty aisle Lost the common fears for a while Dust and grit keeps dropping silent down Nothing left from confidence and home Bombs and soldiers are gone away But fear and hunger are gonna stay Now the times of childhood have been died And the future is an empty site Ohhh from one snatch to another Taken from father to a soldier Taken from a son to an orphan When will people understand ohhh ohhh A distant ship smoke on it's route Far away it is called quietude It's passing by although I wave my hands Is this the time - where it ends? The cycle of the sun finds it's end A slight breeze strokes over the land Rumbling sounds a stone's throw away Another long night relieves the day Will there be the sun after the dark The hourglass keeps on its mark A distant ship smoke on it's route Far away it is called quietude It's passing by although I wave my hands Is this the time - where it ends?