Smiling Faces of Children Songtext
von Buñuel

Flowers on the day
Petals for the night
Love is so glorious and bright
Smiling faces of my children
Is a sign that everything is alright
Everything is a-ok


But it′s not really
Not even sort of kind of
And the dream of fine ends
Like it ends every time
With the waking nightmare
Of the hole and how what's left
Hates you and baits you
Like a joke that goes on and on
No punchline no relief
Punches remain and relief is gone