I look out of the window
and it makes me very sad,
spring has left
who knows when it will return.
the clown has become a king
the prophet has become a clown
and I have forgotten the way
but I am still here
And all will be good
yes, all will be good
though I sometimes break down
but this night
oh, this night,
I will stay with you.
Children wear wings
and fly off to the army
and after two years
they return without an answer.
people live under stress
looking for a reason to breathe
and between hatred and murder
they talk about peace.
And all will be good...
(Yes) up there in the sky
clouds are learning how to fly
and I look up
and see a hijacked airplane.
A government of generals
divide the land,
to whats theirs and ours
and we do not/when will we see the end?
We will yet learn to live together
between the groves of olive trees
children will live without fear
without borders, without bomb-shelters
on graves grass will grow,
for peace and love,
one hundred years of war
but we have not lost hope.
And all will be good...
I look out of my window
maybe it has/will come
a new day
Here comes the prince of Egypt
oh how I rejoiced for him
there are pyramids in (our) eyes
and peace in his pipe
and we said let's complete (it)
and we'll live as brothers
and he then said (let's) advance,
just go out from the territories.
