Ein Kind Ist Ein Kind

A child is a child
In New York as in Rome
The Sun the wind
And a ship and a cathedral
A loaf of bread and a mountain
And the sea and a pond
A giant a dwarf
Everything is still the same to him

A child is a child and the world
Is something he still likes
A child is a child and therefore
Still asks why everything

Why don't you have anything
Or has far too much
Why do you come quickly
Or not at all
Why is the money
Worth much more than a man
Although it only counts
And can't play ball

A child is a child and therefore
Still asks why everything
A child is a child and it asks
What the grown-ups often don’t like

A child is a child and it asks
What the grown-ups often don’t like