The Hunters

Hey Papa, hey Mama
The sun is out, oh, can I play?
Yes my child, yes my child
But do not leave the path today
Why Mama, why Papa?
The trees are my friends, as is the shade
The wolves have come down from the hills
They’re hungry and they’ll have their way
Oh Papa, oh Mama
It is of you I am afraid
The hunter and the hunter’s bride
Your teeth as sharp as razor blades
Le coeur de l’enfant est le coeur de l’univers, l’amour doré
Comme bien-printemps, généreux, chaleureux
Mais jamais innocent
Ni complétement sans douleur
Look Mama, look Papa
The wilderlands have made me brave
The wolves came down, they called me kin
They gave me strength to run and chase
Oh Papa, oh Mama
I have come to break your blades
Curse you child, curse you child
We should have killed you as a babe
Yes Mama, yes Papa
You had your chance, now it’s too late
Yes Papa, yes Mama
The wolves will howl and dance today
Le coeur de l’enfant est le coeur de l’univers, l’amour doré
Comme bien-printemps, généreux, chaleureux
Mais jamais innocent
Ni complétement sans douleur
Hey Papa, hey Mama
Hey Papa, hey Mama
Why Papa, why Mama
Why Papa, why Mama
Why Papa, why Mama