Out of the blue,
on the wings of a dove,
a messenger comes
with the beating of drums,
it's not a message of love.

Our children are born,
and we keep them warm,
they must have the right
to live in the light,
to be safe from the storm.

And Out of the blue,
with wings on his heels,
a messenger comes,
bearing regrets
for the time that he steals.

But steal it he...