Flood light at the edge of the stage
little roll comparats sing
and when the line train passed
they rule worlds in wagons

Innocent whims and eyes that speak
small bushes fill the plateau
like criminals they run to hide
with a funny look and a tender laugh

Mom, are you listening? Up here?
I send you wishes in secret
make sacrifices, give me your hand
let love soar like a dove

Hidden games and loud words
little rebels cover the moment
hands are reaching out but it's too late
only silence stands in the depths

Flood light at the edge of the stage
little comparaso dressed in white
and when the line train passes
traveling bird that did not return

Mom, are you listening? Up here?
I send you wishes in secret
make sacrifices, give me your hand
let love soar like a dove

Mom, are you listening? Up here?
I send you wishes in secret
I want you to go up the stairs
make sacrifices mom, don't run away