And why we all want to be ballerinas
When we grow up/When we grow up
And at night the boys dream of putting out fires
When we grow up
Clear, get up, round and turn and jump
Turn and jump
The firefighters slide down the mast and sound the alarm
Everyone stand up
All is well in my sorrow
Isn't it that she is beautiful
Hall in flames, ashes and soul
Here is the hero
Little eyes-wide eyes -young but wise
All are up, all are up
Towards your helmet-and your ax-and your raincoat so yellow
Dad get up,
All the ashes and the dust could not restore you
Daddy get up, daddy get up
They see what you didn't do
When the fire was eating you away
Radiant days
Nestled in the hollow
To dream of in the hollow
Odious crow
Thistle and heather
No steps to follow
We hope that... they will follow
Hope keeps you alive
All is well in my sorrow
Isn't it that she is beautiful
Hall in flames, ashes and soul
Here is the hero
I tried to put it out
But the big tree was falling
And there he is stretching out his branches
The big one fallen tree
Beyond the seas his broken dream of dancing I/tie my ribbons
Tie my ribbons
For daydreams-of a broken heart-are most born ardent beauty
For from the dreams of a broken heart is born a resolute beauty
I tie my ribbons
Mother's milk, silk in tatters, chalk in the wardrobe
Broken toe, ragged tips,
Relevé turns and prays
For the broken dancer.

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