Stabat Mater

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