On this hill where blows the wind Some children are standing Feelings seems to be so cold In their deep blue eyes Why so strong They are the children Of a perpetual sun Their will is nothing else to fight The decline of their daughters Through this secret thing that is time Don't forget your will and your honour If one day the clouds are grey Maybe that your acts are to revise Gods let's play the chess, Again
On this hill where blows the wind Some children are standing Feelings seems to be so cold In their deep blue eyes Why so strong They are the children Of a perpetual sun Their will is nothing else to fight The decline of their daughters Through this secret thing that is time Don't forget your will and your honour If one day the clouds are grey Maybe that your acts are to revise Gods let's play the chess, Again
