Gentle mama, Sing a lullaby; your child cries Rock him in the cradle and tell him lies, For soon enough the danger will call him To the front lines. Where everything's as beautiful as it seems His future is a field of flowers Planted with mines! Oh listen To the mountain's fury, To the raging wind, To the ocean, weary Of the poisonin' When the rains come down, Feel the tears of the earth Oh listen! Yes, a mother's heart is beating, inside the earth, While her children rape the body that gave them birth. How can we ask forgiveness after Tha damage is done, When we cannot ask the forest for a moment's shade, Though every day of sun cuts like a razorblade - And we cannot ask the river for water - If she has done!? Oh listen!... To the mountain's fury, To the raging wind, To the ocean, weary Of the poisonin' When the rains come down, Feel the tears of the earth Let the soldiers Stagger home - Let every weapon rust Let our hearts be healed of hatred, fear and mistrust May the children learn from their elder's Near-fatal mistakes... And listen... To the mountain's fury, To the raging wind, To the ocean, weary Of the poisonin' When the rains come down, Feel the tears of the earth