A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day And then he stopped his play And kneeled in a field of poppies.
A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.
Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth While you're in the stupor The door knocks and death takes another youth.
Poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...
A boy I used to know, a boy I used to know who's laughter rang to the skies Was a joy to behold Then I looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy who (rose on) In a field of poppies
Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies..., Red poppies...., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.