My baby sun,
We might have to go,
Go to another land,
One land where you can be raised free.
Here, everyone,
Had to walk in bare feet,
On broken bricks,
But you wouldn’t mind,
You would only wish to listen,
To your baby’s heartbeat.
To listen to your baby’s heartbeat,
My dear sun,
You would only wish to listen,
To your baby’s heartbeat.
My baby sun, I still have the hope from God,
Only faith keeps my strength weight a tone.
When I find moments to breathe,
In between the sound of all these cries,
It’s just about the feeling,
When I am looking at your eyes.
It’s about your survival so I should be wise,
You need me, you need me,
And your father’s boat…Your father’s boat…
I hope it does not capsize.
I don’t want the same for you (as the time flies),
I don’t want the same for you (to be attached to the same old war ties),
This heavy feeling (it has its heights),
This heavy feeling (it has its heights).
I don’t want the same for you.
My only dream is to raise you (where you can be free),
Be free my baby sun, be free.
For you to be free (I carry it all)
For you to be free (I carry it all)
By Autumn Elis in The Autum Elis Experience –Janaína’s Collection