Millions of years may pass, my friend,
before we understand.
Millions of years or a minute, my friend,
before we make the change,
the change for the better day to come,
the change of love for all.
A mother is bleeding under the sun,
we don’t know her name but she knows us all.
Millions of years and millions of tears
before we come to an end.
Millions of years or a minute, my friend,
before we turn into friends.
In Ukraine, Venezuela and Korea world,
in a world, I say, without end,
a mother is bleeding under the sun,
we don’t know her name but she is the One.
Millions of bullets and bombs, my friend,
turn Syria into a hell.
Millions of people in torture camps
bring humanity to an end.
But the people unite again and again
against tyrants and falsehood til the end.
A mother is bleeding with tears like rain,
we don’t know her name, know only her pain.
Millions of years are there, my friend,
to make us understand.
Millions of years or a minute, my friend,
givin’ the direction of hope,
the change into the world of love
and the sweetness of us all.
Then a mother is smiling with bright hope
and we know her name to be the name of us all.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany