Zi-mi ca are rost…

Zi-mi ca scriu cuvinte ce vor schimba macar o viata
Zi-mi ca semintele de astazi, vor fi maine o planta
Zi-mi ca plantele de maine
Vor fi vesnic inflorite.

Zi-mi ca are rost sa plang, pentru vieti prea scurt taiate
Zi-mi ca are rost sa rad si sa mai am sperante
Zi-mi ca tot ce simt eu astazi
Maine va fi mult mai bine.

Zi-mi ca nu incerc degeaba, sa ridic castele
Zi-mi ca portile fericirii vor fi mereu deschise.
Zi-mi ca armele sunt doar cosmaruri negre
Sunt doar iluzii optice, de-ale mele.

Zi-mi ca apa pura va curge-o vesnicie
Zi-mi ca raiul e dincolo de stele.

British singer and song-writer Chris Rea has allowed the re-release of this beautiful song in memory of baby Peter. It can be downloaded from iTunes (as well as some other sellers) with all proceeds going to the NSPCC. The teaser below is only about half of the actual song: 

Americans reading this will not know Chris Rea, and will not have heard this song before. You can click here to hear the song in its entirety. Of course, you can still download it if you like!

Or maybe listening to the song makes you want to do something to help protect abused and neglected children in the US.

The little girl she said to me
 ”What are these things that I can see
 Each night when I come home from school
 When mama calls me in for tea?”
 Oh every night a baby dies
 And every night a mama cries
 What makes those me do what they do
 To make that person black and blue

Grandpa says they’re happy now
 They sit with God in paradise
 With angel’s wings and still somehow
 It makes me feel
 Like Ice

Tell me there’s heaven
 Tell me that it’s true
 Tell me there’s a reason
 Why I’m seeing what I do
 Tell me there’s heaven
 Where all those people go
 Tell me that they’re happy now
 Papa tell me that it’s so

So do I tell here that it’s true
 That there’s place for me and you
 Where hungry children smile and say
 ”We wouldn’t have no other way”
 That every painful crack of bones is a step along the way
 Every wrong done is a game plan
 To that great and joyful day

And I’m looking at the father and the son
 And I’m looking at the mother and the daughter
 And I’m watching them in tears of pain
 And I’m watching them suffer
 Don’t tell that little girl
 Tell me

Tell me there’s heaven
 Tell me that it’s true
 Tell me there’s a reason
 Why I’m seeing what I do
 Tell me there’s heaven
 Where all those people go
 Tell me that they’re happy now
 Papa tell me that it’s so