In the glorious days
till we lost our way
Hey, do you recall
when the war was just a game?
Now the wind ventures
to other plains
Hey, when will I see you again
if I go?
This train whistles
and blows all sounds away
Hey, how could we be close again?
Now the night is bathing
in disgrace
Hey, do you still braid
some flowers in your hair?
Comes the sound of boots
and metal chains
Hey, will the perfume
of the daisies remain?
A circus of horses is dancing
in the bay
Hey, now the fire is in the way
The past is sucked
by quick-sands I’m afraid
Hey, do you recall
when the war was just a game?