Kami hampir tidak menyentuh, kami hampir tidak mengatakan “Selamat malam”.
And how could she have known? She’s only five.
Dan bagaimana dia bisa tahu? Dia baru berumur lima tahun.
I tucked her in, warm and safe.
Aku menyelipkannya, hangat dan aman.
‘Bout to close her door and walk away,
‘Bout untuk menutup pintunya dan pergi,
Then my heart stopped when I heard her pray:
Lalu hatiku berhenti saat aku mendengarnya berdoa:
“I promise, honest, I’ll be good.
“Saya berjanji, jujur, saya akan baik.
“Just one wish, God, if you would:
“Hanya satu keinginan, Tuhan, jika Anda mau:
“Bring back their happy faces;
“Bawa kembali wajah bahagia mereka;
“Just make them kiss and make up;
“Buat saja ciuman dan make up;
“Please keep Mom and Dad in love.”
“Tolong terus Mom dan Dad jatuh cinta.”
Instrumental break.
Istirahat instrumental
Her little prayer sure opened up my eyes.
Doa kecilnya benar-benar membuka mataku.
Our baby angel made me realise.
Malaikat bayi kami membuatku sadar.
Those whispered words she prayed for us;
Kata-kata bisikan yang dia doakan untuk kami;
They were filled with innocence and love.
Mereka dipenuhi dengan kepolosan dan cinta.
How could we think of ever giving up?
Bagaimana kita bisa berpikir untuk menyerah?
“I promise, honest, I’ll be good.
“Saya berjanji, jujur, saya akan baik.
“Just one wish, God, if you would:
“Hanya satu keinginan, Tuhan, jika Anda mau:
“Bring back their happy faces;
“Bawa kembali wajah bahagia mereka;
“Just make them kiss and make up;
“Buat saja ciuman dan make up;
“Please keep Mom and Dad in love.”
“Tolong terus Mom dan Dad jatuh cinta.”
“Please keep Mom and Dad in love.”
“Tolong terus Mom dan Dad jatuh cinta.”