Songs. Children ve died

I suddenly understood — across the whole wide world
The children have died.
Empty eye sockets stared from their faces, begging for light,
But cruel words destroyed their hearts and vanished at dawn.
And I mourned the children who died inside people.

A deafened sorrow filled my chest and whispered: “Answer me.”
I closed my eyes and screamed: “Strike me.”
A frozen heart — it can no longer breathe the cold,
A dreadful horror fills the essence again.

Across the whole wide world
The tender children suddenly died.
But I cannot kill the child within my heart —
He begs to live, he laughs, he cries aloud.

Why do you kill yourselves, children?
Where are you rushing, losing all your light?

Farewell to childish laughter and naive minds,
The harsh school of life.
Now I fight my way alone, severe and cold.
Around me — warmth and happiness are cast away,
And rows of people march, grim and hollow.

They search, they wait, they rush ahead —
Terrifying.
They trample roughly everything
That was once beautiful.

Across the whole wide world
The tender children suddenly died.
But I cannot kill the child within my heart —
He begs to live, he laughs, he cries aloud.

Why do you kill yourselves, children?
Where are you rushing, losing all your light?

With living water, with joyful streams of laughter
I can sometimes revive a human soul.
But if one is buried deep beneath the earth,
My happiness is powerless to resurrect them.

Across the whole wide world
The tender children suddenly died.
But I cannot kill the child within my heart —
He begs to live, he laughs, he cries aloud.

Why do you kill yourselves, children?
Where are you rushing, losing all your light?

For strength lives in love and earthly happiness,
And only with them this world remains beautiful.