| On this hill where blows the wind | |
| Some children are standing | |
| Feelings seems to be so cold | |
| In their deep blue eyes | |
| Why so strong | |
| They are the children | |
| Of a perpetual sun | |
| Their will is nothing else to fight | |
| The decline of their daughters | |
| Through this secret thing that is time | |
| Don't forget your will and your honour | |
| If one day the clouds are grey | |
| Maybe that your acts are to revise | |
| Gods let's play the chess, Again |