after Laurence Binyon)



They shall not grow old, as we are left grow old

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning

We will remember them



They built a wall boys, it stayed up for thirty years

we've torn it down now, clattering round their ears

You know how it is, with spirit(s),

they just couldn't hold us

Brothers and sisters



The world you died for, was all but a pack of lies

It had to fall down, and keep on falling

you gave us the world they promised you,

and in the morning

we are the flowering

we are the flowering youth

Berliners