Vertaling van: Trijntje Oosterhuis - De Speeltuin

Through blasted streets
Without father, without country
Helplessly you walk abandoned
holding your mother's warm hand

Like a sheep among wolves
To an unknown destination
And no one sees how small you are
No one sees how small you are Tomorrow there will be peace
And the sun will caress you
The world will be a playground again
And you will be able to play peacefully again

After winter comes spring
And the gray sky will be blue again
But even if you have escaped the war
Will the war ever get out of your body and mind?

Beautifull eyes are poisoned
Are used to the violence
And no one sees how small you are
No one sees how small you are