In the glorious days, till we lost our ways 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 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 in dancing in the bay Hey, now the fire's in the way The past is sucked by quicksands I'm afraid Hey, do you recall when the war was just a game?