Two little boys with curly hair,

one of them brown the other blonde,

they taunt and kick,

they soothe and hug

each other just to tie a bond.

 

Two little boys of fearless beauty,

of restless bliss and trusting charme,

they laugh and play,

they thrive and dwell

still in their world without real harm.

 

Two little boys I'd give my life for

too soon will loose their innocence,

will bit by bit

and step by step

awake to real worlds circumstance.

 

My little boys, I dread the moment

in which you'll loose your grit to dream.

I'll do my all to save your courage,

your good hearts and your self-esteem.

I'll try it all to keep up hope

that there's still future left for you,

try to be fearless, brace the bond -

that may well be the vital clue.

 

Two little boys, I hope and pray for,

will grow up fast and grow up strong,

will grow up kind and make a difference -

a smaller or a bigger one.

 

Two little boys with curly hair,

one of them brown the other blonde,

they taunt and kick,

they soothe and hug

each other just to tie the bond.