At dusk there sits the widowed wife And gaze across the oceans tide Drifting on the afterlife Her youngest daughter by her side
Across the sea her husband lies Tears well up while memories fly A setting sun, a hope that dies As she speaks her last goodbye
The father, The married man, The beloved son The bestest friend
For the dead we lament Is given this monument So memories won't fade to black Devoted to those Who never come back
At dawn they launched another wave In which the man was washed away In this storm he found his grave He lived and fought and died that day
And as the wife lies down and cries Oh the sadness, oh the woe Sun shines into tear-clogged eyes And reflects the afterglow
The father, The married man, The beloved son The bestest friend
For the dead we lament Is given this monument So memories won't fade to black Devoted to those Who never come back
In distant fields The poppies blow Beneath the crosses Row on row And in this sorrow I embrace the afterglow ...I embrace the afterglowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
