The Children Are Crying

I hear the children crying as they all die of fever
Their mums and dads go out, they don’t care
I hear the children crying
Sad sad sad, sad sad sad
So so so sad, so so so sad
I hear the children crying, tomorrow will never come
The children don’t play in the park
The flowers don’t grow anymore
I hear the children crying, another day…
I hear the children crying, as they die…
It’s a winter night, cold and wet
There was talking in french “Vous va voche”
The children couldn’t understand that, they're crying
The wind blew high,
I hear the children crying
Sad sad sad, sad sad sad
So so so sad, so so so sad
I hear the children crying
The thunderstorm mightn’t be there tomorrow
I hear the children crying
never die, so sad
If tomorrow doesn’t come, the children won’t care
the children die, they won’t care
The next or the next day comes
I hear the children crying
So does Dik!
The children cry
The winter evenings, when Derek was looking for some African men
He didn’t know the children are dying
I hear the children crying
The winter
I hear the children crying
Today might as well be tomorrow
Who cares?
The flowers don’t grow anymore in the ground