Текст песни Aztlan Underground - War Flowers
Aztlan Underground - War Flowers слова песни
I strike on my drumsI the willful singerthat I may fire our friendswho think of nothingto whose minds plunged in sleepthe dawn has not yet appearedover whom are yet spread the dark clouds of nightmay I not call in vain and poorlymay they hear the song of the rosy dawnpoured abroad widely be the drumthe divine flowers of dawn blossom forththe war flowers of the cause of allglittering with dew they scatter abroad their fragrancebring them herethat they be not hiddennor bloom in vainthat they may rejoiceyou our friendsand not in vain shall be the flowersand not in vain shall be the flowersthe living, coloured, brilliantWar flowers!!!!