She wrapped her gray hair in a scarf
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Just like the old grandmothers
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And if he saw it, our father wasn't paying attention
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He started by whispering in the evening
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Put your hands together like this
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That's what all good kids do
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And he looked around with sad eyes
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And we laughed—God knows why
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Look up, the sky is high
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Although they say it is not true
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They were there, the planes
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And they were nowhere to be seen
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which might be waiting for us too
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There needs to be a country up there
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What no one can find
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which embraces anyone
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which we never spoil
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Man has grown up and sees everything
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The world is in our room
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Of which the child does not understand anything
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He rests his little head on a stone
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Her face is beautiful, not dreamy
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He is no longer woken up by the sound of cannons
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There is only one voice, soft and tired
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Like an old sleeping pill
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Look up, the sky is high
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Just let them say it's not true
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What do they, the pilots, know
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Their hearts are ice, just ice
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which might be waiting for us too
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There needs to be a country up there
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What no one can find
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which embraces anyone
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There needs to be a country up there
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Which we never spoil |