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Children's Wishes the dark street alone And I asked myself what a child like him could've done. He looked hopeless I saw despair in his eyes He looked afraid I could see it is his cry And I wonder what a kid like him wishes What he wishes for his life And the only thing I can think of Is what we have all the time Somewhere he could hide from the rain A life totally different from the one he has Someone to protect him from the pain Strengh to go on walking upon the broken glass Everyone wishes love and protection Someone who'd be there just in case we need Someone who'd hold air hand And teach us what and how to be A light in the end of the dark street Is what a boy wishes tonight Someone who'd hold him tight A light in this cold night Cause it's a boy is wish To have a normal life It's a boy is wish To find out a light in this cold world tonight Mariana Where is home? Hey, can you help me Cause I'm all alone Could you tell me what is home I wish somebody could explain me that Could you tell me what is mom I don't know what's that, in fact Somebody left me here I don't know what to do I'm just a 2 year old kid Walking behind you Man, could you please hold my hand And teach me to surirve Could you please call me son And tell me what is life I'm just a year old kid Walking alone down the street I'm just a little child Please, tell me what I did Tell me if home is there under the bridge Tell me if mom is the one who left me here tell me if surirvens trying not to be alone tell me if life is the one I have here with me Mariana the look of a child It's a look full of life of innocence and hope Children are glad They are satisfied with anything If they don't have a toy They invent a nice play They happily jump rope There isn't bad time for children their world is different It is a joy without an end They are like little angels everything for them is good from a little drawing at school to a sweet bonbon But, sometimes they are sad, too and very sentimental They cry when seeing other children covered with newpapers Everything they have, they give: joy, love, hope... There isn't anybody that does these things because these are things of children Santa Branca |