With Dad

Cruising the stream 

where billion crocodiles, 

the little children 

cannot dare to smile, 

but with hid presence, 

the little children 

were able to sing. 

We were able to sing.

Behind the mountain 

where the sunset, 

the little children 

were playing their fate, 

on the top of the cliff, 

where the cloud has kissed, 

the little children 

were able to reach. 

We were able to reach.

But on that terrain 

he had to part his way 

from the little children 

who used to play. 

There were a lot more 

on an isle at the sea 

that the little children 

were able to see. 

We were able to see.

On that moment

 tear has fallen, 

when the little children 

began recalling, 

they were able to do, 

they were able to grow, t

they were able to glow, 

as with him, 

the little children, 

were able to go. 

We were able to go.