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 is 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?
В те славные дни, когда мы ещё не сбились с пути,
Эй, помнишь ли ты времена, когда война была всего лишь игрой?
Сейчас же ветер завывает над другими равнинами,
Эй, когда я снова увижу тебя, если сейчас уйду?
Поезд гудит и уносит все звуки прочь,
Эй, как мы с тобой снова сможем стать близки?
Теперь ночь купается в позоре,
Эй, ты все ещё вплетаешь в волосы цветы?
Слышится стук сапог и звон цепей,
Эй, останется ли что-нибудь от запаха маргариток?
Цирковые лошади скачут по заливу,
Эй, и огонь уже у самых ног.
Боюсь, что прошлое исчезает в зыбучих песках,
Эй, помнишь ли ты времена, когда война была всего лишь игрой?
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 is 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?
In those glorious days when we have not gone astray
Hey, do you remember the times when war was just a game?
Now the wind howls over the other plains
Hey, when will I see you again if I leave now?
The train is buzzing and blowing all the sounds away
Hey, how can you and I be close again?
Now the night is bathing in shame
Hey, are you still weaving flowers in your hair?
There is a knock of boots and the clang of chains
Hey, is there anything left of the smell of daisies?
Circus horses galloping across the bay
Hey, and the fire is at its very feet.
I'm afraid the past disappears in quicksand
Hey, do you remember the times when war was just a game?
