Do you kmow how beautyful,
Do you kmow how beautyful,
Children do you know
How beautyful you really are?
Do you kmow how beautyful,
Do you kmow how beautyful,
If you only knew how beautyful
You really are
You really are beautiful.
Have you heard the legend of
The queen in sorrows robes?
She found she was a statue
In an ancient sacred grove
And she could not find a meaning
Of the fires at her feet!
All the precious sacrifices
Burnig sad an sweet
So she cried, and she cried,
And she cried.
She cried, "children…
Do you know how beautiful..."
Cities rose around her, rose to fall again.
But mostly she´s invisible, through every now and then,
You can hear her cry, hear her cry,
Hear her cry, "children...
Do you know how beautiful..."
