When you look at your eyes, when your voice is heard
The morning is prettier, the sun shines brighter.
When they give us their laughter, when they give us their candor
a spring of fresh water springs from the heart.
They are the treasure, they are the joy.
It is for them that life becomes sweeter, lives better.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
They teach us how to love, how to open our hearts.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
they are the essence of the home, a gift from God.
They are hope, they are the illusion.
It is for them that life becomes sweeter, lives better.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
They teach us how to love, how to open our hearts.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
they are the essence of the home, a gift from God.
His serene look, his innocent truth
it is a warmth that fills loneliness with joy.
Messengers of the soul, sowers of peace,
of a morning full of respect and freedom.
They are the treasure, they are the joy.
It is for them that life becomes sweeter, lives better.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
They teach us how to love, how to open our hearts.
The children are the blessing, the miracle of our love.
they are the essence of the home, a gift from God.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)