Wounded children,

wandering around the world,

They work and talk,

drink coffee with sugar or salt.

It is vital for children to find

Someone, to whom in the evening

they come side by side...

Wounded children,

They hate the severe wind

They can't stand quarrels,

They are looking for a proper hinterland.

In those, who walk beside

These children need to see:

"I need you just to be"

Is it reality or our wonderland?

Wounded children

No way,

They won't trust the heart,

they won't open the door

They are constantly "smart"

Their parent once said:

"Keep your back straight.

Don't be afraid"

Wounded children

are walking the planet.

They like taking photos,

they say "nevermind"

But all that we need is

To sit next to someone,

Stop chasing the duty

Put it on mute...

But all that we need is

To exit that maze,

And all that we need is

a silent embrace...