Paroles
Do you hear, can you hear
Children singing, children singing
In the air, in the rain
Disappearing, disappearing
Somewhere high, somewhere high
Clouds are floating, clouds are swimming
Don't you hide, don't you cry
Voices ringing, voices ringing
Small hands raised to wet
Rush from the grove
Trunks are black and red
Voices with fear and hope
Little child, lovely child
Night is fading, night is fading
On the brim, on the grass
Moon is shading, moon is shading
Small hands raised to wet
Rush from the grove
Trunks are black and red
Voices with fear and hope
E-e-E-e-e-e
Something high floats and dies
In the twilight, in the twilight
Don't be dread, don't be shy
Singing fables in a headlight