Pure white winged dove flies in God’s skies Like a King’s messenger Among the wild flowers a small heart breaks And laughed along the way
When on all the shores, small kids free of dying innocence Mother earth is crying, is so happy Talks and is torn
Come, come, come, come Play for me beloved one, play Play the burning truth So beautiful, revealed in your tear Come, come, come, come
Who can live in illusions? Who fights lies? The one who sees it all, but is never seen Chaos in the order Come back dove to ask the questions Fly back to yesterday The King is in you If you want to come back, no one will stop you Values will be victorious
Come, come, come.......
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