A little manchild. High up at the window. His trembling feet at the line. Hey little manchild. Do you see the people?. From high above they're so kind. Do you see the ravens?. It's you whom they're calling. "Come fly with me". We keep on wandering. And all the sorrows. Are simply staying here!. Fly with me over all nights and days. To the eternal place. Thereto where all are going. 1000 years away. 1000 years away. A little manchild. Lies there on the road. Why in God's name?. Hey little manchild. Do you see the people?. From down below they're so plain. Do you hear the ravens?. It's you whom they're calling. "Come fly with me. And all in morning all with be forgotten. And you were never here". Fly with me over all nights and days. To the eternal place. Thereto where all are going. 1000 years away. You'll be seeing where it's all begun. Who makes the world go round. There where we all meet one day. 1000 years away. 1000 years away. On the 7th of December1995around 6.30pm. Peter flew with the birds.. He was eleven years old.. In that same month a further 3 children flew like Peter.. In the following year 33 more followed.. Peter had many friends. In his last letter he said good-bye to all of them.. Also to his mother - but not to his father.... Due to the impact with the gound ath the post-mortem. Peter's body showed no sign of the terrible mistreatment he had suffered.. Later in tears his mother said that Peter - wherever he may now be -. need no longer live in fear of his drunken father.. Fly with me over all nights and days. To the eternal place. Thereto where all are going. 1000 years away. You'll be seeing where it's all begun. Who makes the world go round. There where we all meet one day. 1000 years away. 1000 years away