I hear the children crying as they all die of fever
Their mums and dads go out, they don’t care
I hear the children crying
So so so sad, so so so sad
I hear the children crying, tomorrow will never come

The children don’t play in the park
The flowers don’t grow anymore
I hear the children crying, another day…
I hear the children crying, as they die…

It’s a winter night, cold and wet
There was talking in french “Vous va voche”
The children couldn’t understand that, the children are crying
The wind blew high,
I hear the children crying
So so so sad, so so so sad
I hear the children crying

The thunderstorm mightn’t be there tomorrow
I hear the children crying
never die , so sad
If tomorrow doesn’t come the children won’t care
The next or the next day comes
I hear the children crying
So does Dik!
The children cry

The winter evenings, when Derek was looking for South African men
He didn’t know the children are dying
I hear the children crying
Today might as well be tomorrow
Who cares?
The flowers don’t grow anymore in the ground