Schon seit einiger Zeit singe ich meinen beiden Kindern fast jeden Abend ein Lied vor, das wohl zum Markantesten und Klarsten gehört, was der geniale Sting bis jetzt erdacht und erfühlt hat:

Fragile

If blood will flow / and flesh and steel are one
drying in the colour / of the evening sun
tomorrow's rain / will wash the stains away
but something in our minds / will always stay

On and on the rain will fall
like tears from the stars, like tears from the stars
on and on the rain will say
how fragile we are, how fragile we are

Perhaps this final act just meant / to clinch a lifetime's argument
for nothing comes from violence / and nothing ever could
for all those born beneath an angry star
lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
like tears from the stars, like tears from the stars
on and on the rain will say
how fragile we are, how fragile we are