When I see my little [bad word] up and down
I remember how I felt
In my childhood-time

Sometimes it just seems to be
Goblins reign his brain
He is doing crazy things
That no one understands

Then if I’m looking in his face
I see the questions in his eyes
It is the magic I remember
Of my own last childhood-time

He is laughing like obsessed
And I can’t escape
From the brightness he transmits
And the happiness he gives

He is using crazy words
That I’ve never heard
Can you tell me where they’re from
If not from the goblins inside

Then if I’m looking in his face
I see the questions in his eyes
It is the magic I remember
Of my own last childhood-time

Even if he sleeps so sweet
The goblins are around
There is a smile on his lips
Just on children found

Then if I’m looking in his face
I see the questions in his eyes
It is the magic I remember