people, people
what are we doing here
oh, people
what have we done with things
people, people
what are we doing here
oh, people
what have we done with things

when we fight over the oceans?
when we fight over the skies, and why?
when we fight over our borders?
then we, our brothers and sisters deny

tell me why is it so cold in here

seven tumbling oceans surround the ground that I dance upon
black and white and the rainbow, five colors in my eyes
when we stand in the mother's arms, no feeling of emptiness
when we stand in the mother's hands, we can see that
when we fight over the oceans
when we fight over the skies, and why
when we fight over our borders
then we, our brothers and sisters deny

tell me why do we do it
why do we do it? oh, . . .