I met him in the heart of the desert
How pretty the sunset is to a sad heart
I painted him a tree and a ewe on paper
And he promised me he would return

The Little Prince from unit "B"
He no longer will see the ewe that eats the flower
And all of his lillies are thorns now
And his little heart is as cold as ice

And if sometime you arrive here
Know that here he parachuted
And the sound of his fall was never heard
Because of the soft sand

And if a boy should appear there
With laughter in his face and golden hair
Know that is him, and offer him a hand
And wipe the desert sand from his eyes
And then do me one small favor

Write quickly, please, to all of our mothers
To relieve them a little and alleviate their sadness
"The Little Prince has returned to us!"
The Little Prince of unit "B"

He no longer will see the ewe that eats the flower
And all of his lillies are thorns now
And his little heart is as cold as ice.
I met him in the heart of the desert.