How can it be
That the view of roses
won't be pretty anymore
Those roses will be seen
Only when a little girl
Will lay them on the grave
Of a man who died in the war

How can it be
That the smile of this little girl
Won't be seen anymore
After she knew
That her father won't come back.

Hello my lord
I've been a good girl
So tell me
How can it be
That up here everything is dark
Where are the angels you promised ?
Where are the bright clouds ?

Are you happy now my lord ?
Well, I'm not happy.