My father promised me roses

My mother promised me storms

My father taught me to use my mind

My mother taught me scorn

He touches me gently with his hand

It feels like being born

It feels like being born

It feels like being born.

My father promised me green trees,

My mother promised me stars.

I hardly see the love I have -

It all goes by so fast -

He kisses me gently with his lips

It's near, what once was far

It's near, what once was far

It's near, what once was far.

My father promised me roses

My mother promised me thorns

My father taught me to use my mind

My mother taught me scorn

He touches me lightly with his hand

It feels like being born

It feels like being born

It feels like being born.