Things Will Get Better

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.