Troster Jack est à Six-Fours-la-Plage, France.

Little Boy

Like a dream that vanishes in the morning light
your bad thoughts remain buried in the night
You don't know what the world is coming to

At the ripe age of six you ask that question
Why people are cruel for no reason!
Don't feel sad, my little boy.

So let's runaway...
To a space-time pathway
A world where humans could live
Together peacefully, side by side

You should take things as they come and enjoy life.
you will soon be rid of all strife
Oh please dry your tears of pearls
Don't feel sad, my little boy.