Born into war, we inherit the battles of generations past,
What is it for? - that's the basic question we're taught to never ask,
But, deep inside, it cannot be denied,
And we hope for the day battlelines fade away.
When all colours turn to love there'll be no dividing us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to love, colours turn to love.
Here in the light, is this enemy a reflection of myself?
And have I the right to inflict another with all the fears I've felt?
And could I be opposing one like me: one with wounds yet unhealed, with the same dream concealed?
When all colours turn to love there'll be no dividing us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to love, colours turn to love.
And, deep inside, it cannot be denied,
And we hope for the day battlelines fade away, and all mankind can say, "We are one."
When all colours turn to love there'll be no dividing us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to love, colours turn to love.
Colours turn to love,
Colours turn to love,
Colours turn to love,
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