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?

The train whistles and blows all sounds away

Hey, how could we be close again?

Now the night is bathing in disgrace

Hey, do you still braid some flowers in your hair?

Come 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 fires in the way

The past is sucked by quicksands, I'm afraid

Hey, do you recall when the war was just a game?