The sea is bathing your feet,
the sand is the witness of your print,
the sun shines up in the sky,
the clouds dare not interfere
in the joy and happiness drawing near.
You’ll be washed and fed
and with love taken to bed
and a story will also be read
till your eyes close
and your sleep peacefully flows.
You’ll sleep tight without the noise of bombs
and destructive war
you’ll dream all night
of comforts you and only you do own,
just lucky to have been born here, not there,
where children have no rights, no food, no love
and no-one cares.
So dream, baby, dream
till dreams come true
and babies at war
become happy babies like you.
Maria Dolors Romeu i Font