Open the book, turn the sheet of paper,
a child looking at you...
Open the door, and there
then the road will begin...
Open the book, turn the paper,
a child on a horse...
Open the door, and there
then the story will begin...
Let's turn the paper then,
let's turn the paper again,
let's turn the paper over and tell me what you see there.
I see trees and gardens
and the ships above the sea,
the plains and the hills
and the people going...
I see a big yellow sun,
a child with a rooster,
the paths and the mountains
and the people going...
/>Let's turn the paper over then,
let's turn the paper over again,
let's turn the paper over and tell me what you see in it.
Open the book, turn the paper over,
an apple on a branch,
black earth for the grain
and the people going...
I see distant clouds,
a heavy black smoke,
many little soldiers
>and the war will come...
Let's turn the paper over then,
let's turn the paper over again,
let's turn the paper over and tell me what you see in it.
The child with the rooster
/>and the ships above the sea...
The figures go away,
now nothing will remain.
The child on the horse
and the big yellow sun...< br/>Many little soldiers
and the story will end.
Let's turn the paper over then,
let's turn the paper again,
let's turn the paper and tell me what you see.

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