Even if they become rude toward us,
Even if the sun stay cold for us,
Even if, after all, you'll love anyone else...
I'll trust you.
Our home as a secure place,
We'll be waiting good days, to
Make our own life, on our own.

Sometimes, life is too difficult, I know.
But, together, hand in hand, we could be happy,
Making footmarks of us, walking on the snow,
Or running, of course. So let's go quickly !
Honney, my little honney, the war
Is not for you. Little boy, come with me, so far
Away from all these terribly, but human acts.