We were hardly sexual beings
We sang along in the glade
We talked about love
We never thought of pain
We were hardly sexual beings
We did not have a curious thirst
To discover more and more
We could sleep and dream of fairies
In a cosy, protected four-walled house
While wolves howled around outside
Seeking sharp love to pierce the night
And we were hardly sexual beings
We woke up and looked outside the window
And smiled to hear the birds chirping
High above on the birch tree
We didn’t think about the reasons why
We just loved to hear the music
We were hardly sexual beings
We loved our mom and dad
We loved our brothers and sisters
We didn’t believe in anything bad
Only in Santa Claus and a tooth fairy
And happiness and freedom
We were hardly sexual beings
We didn’t crave companionship
We didn’t long for a caress
We didn’t spend nights
Pining in the dark
Or loving in secret
Or sharing wild passion in the shadows
We were hardly sexual beings
We would have laughed if anyone had told us
That we would grow up some day
Because we would think it impossible
Because it wouldn’t feel like us
And we’d say, ‘we are hardly sexual beings’
And we’d run off to play