Will the children play in pools of water
Will I know the sweetness of a summerrain
When they’re thirsty will there be fresh water
Will I see the trees again

Standin’ on a field, dust on our feet
Desert land, glimmering heat
Will the wind as it circles the earth
Bring back to me, clouds of rebirth
How I long for the rain to come and cool me down

Lonely trees stretch their hands in the sky
Forgotten by men, wondering why
Who’s gonna stand up for the brothers in need
Lend a helping hand, plant a new seed
How they long for the rain to come and cool them down

The birds and the bees
The flowers and the trees
Wait for you to wake up
When they're crying in peace

Will our children play in pools of water
Will they know the sweetness of a summerrain
When they’re thirsty will there be fresh water
Will they see those trees again?

Lyrics: Benedikt Freitag