In fields and cities an aire is whistled So sons of daughters, journey to glory Unfilled life, whose only crime was That their time was of an era of innocence
Oh, they're dreaming Oh, while waking
The reasons for this are insane The young are dreaming, while waking Above the fields of poppies there's smoke A new generation, is waiting for (war). Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
