They laughed at me for pleasure
They played their games, they spat at me
Little tin soldier who gave you such a pain ?
They shot at me when I was down
They stole away my dignity
What have they done to you in this foreign land ?
Miserable, pretty doll, welcome to the real life!
I don’t know which world is yours, chaos and deepest night !

In mine, made of light, full of dreams, full of hope…
Rainbows would come to comfort you
And lullabies would dry all your tears,
Believe me and come with me in my fairyland!

Can’t you see, war is all around…
They kill everyday more and more !
In my world men don’t fight they all live in love.
No more care for our brothers.
No more pity for innocents !
Vade retro in hell, I can’t believe you, Never !
Mothers raped, children burnt, for the glory of God !
Let me rest into this peace, can’t face reality …

What if I was lost ?
Should I cry and renounce.
If my reality was a dream,
Would I survive among cruelty ?
My wings are burnt ;
I mourn for the end of innocence !

She died, broken by, things she had, believed in….
On her tumb you can read forever :
« Here lies a little pretty doll,
Who kept faith in
The world she was livin in… »