Where do we come from? Where do we go?
Ah, did you grow up with tears?
Ah, did you grow up with blows?
There’s a field and a farm,
a boy and a mother,
a water tank and a windmill,
a little sister and a brother.
Hey, don’t you know? It’s a family show.
In a tower in a city,
a little boy looks up to his mother,
and a voice in the wall is crying:
« What are we doing to one another? »
Hey baby, don’t you know? It’s a family show.
Where do we come from? Where do we go?
Ah, did you grow up with tears?
Ah, did you grow up with blows?
I’m the boy from the tower.
You’re the girl from the windmill.
And the city is our farm.
It’s our yard, it’s our anthill.
Try to dream it. Let this be your motto:
Love can lead you everywhere you want to go to.
We all know that it’s true.
Where do we come from? Where do we go?
Ah, did you grow up with tears, fear, need?
Ah, did you grow up with blows?
Jimme O’Neill