He's got his grandma's hands
And brilliant sweet silver hair
He's wrinkled inside even if he's only six years old
He speaks with invisible friends and put spells on trees
He knows sorrows and sadness and too much about tears
No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child
It's not a ghost not even an old man, but a whitehair child
Life goes faster in his heart, much more than in his head
Hung between games and elder fears, you know
A bit too old, a little to young
So he dreams and writes songs
Cause he's a whitehair child
(A child)
(A child)
(A child)
(A child so)
He's building magic worlds and perfect situations
Where he makes his favorite dolls up
To comfort them and to make them stop crying
No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child
It's not a ghost not even an old man, only a whitehair child
Life goes faster in his heart than in his head
Hung between games and elder fears
A bit too old, a little to young
So he dreams and writes songs
Cause he's a whitehair child
Mmh yeah ooh
No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child
It's not a ghost not even an old man, only a whitehair child
Life goes faster in his heart than in his head
Hung between games and elder fears
A bit too young, a little to old
So he dreams and writes songs
Cause he's a whitehair child
Mmh
Just a whitehair child
Just a child
Just a child
Just a child
Ooh
Life goes faster in his heart than in his head
Hung between games and elder fears
A bit too old, a little to young
So he dreams and writes songs
Cause he's a whitehair child
A whitehair child
Just a child
Just a child
Just a child