Cuidemos de Nuestros Hijos

I wonder what the man is up to with his mischief
If he knows that the whole world is a fragile thing

Life's not a game, it's good to be aware
It's peace that we long for, I hope you understand

It's a fragile thing with its round little face
It's a green apple, also a playground to race

Also a playground to race where life gets lively
In fresh choruses of kids as the evenings arrive

Let's take care of our children, they're the solid promise
This world is in your hands, I hope you understand

Stop scaring them with weapons and drugs
They are the fresh sap of the new day that buds

Life's not a game, it's good to be aware
It's peace that we long for, I hope you understand

I've seen kids flying on a cloud horse
On red fiery steeds, trippy cherubs, of course

Damn ambition that twists a man's senses
It annihilates reason and clouds all his defenses

Let's take care of our children, they're the solid promise
This world is in your hands, I hope you understand