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 nights 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