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