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Far away, at the edge of life there are children like no others
They don’t know how to play nor do they know the meaning of happiness
They grew up within teary and hungry families; on their cheeks, the path of tears is carved
For the sake of the children grief What have the children done?
They forgot their copybooks at the gate of war Burnt out by East and West tyranny blaze
They walked alone on spiky roads no father…no embracing hug…no home
What have they done? What have they done?
Join me for the good, my brother let’s dream together, your hand in mine
And sing loud for the peace of the world allow the Earth to be adorned……
Wipe off the children’s tears For, what have they done?
Far away, at the edge of life there are children like no others
They don’t know how to play nor do they know the meaning of happiness
They grew up within teary and hungry families; on their cheeks, the path of tears is carved
For the sake of the children grief What have the children done?