Papa Chico, you're the sun, all the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're the sun, all the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're the sun, all the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're the sun, all the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're my sun and the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're my sun and the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
Papa Chico, you're my sun and the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song, all the people turning around.
Papa Chico, move your eyes, you'll discover it's hitting the ice.
Papa Chico, sing this song, all the people feeling they gone.
