Текст песни Sting - Children`s Crusade
Sting - Children`s Crusade слова песни
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteenMarching through countries they`d never seenVirgins with rifles, a game of charadesAll for a children`s crusadePawns in the game are not victims of chanceStrewn on the fields of Belgium and FrancePoppies for young men, death`s bitter tradeAll of these young lives betrayedThe children of England would never be slavesThey`re trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generationCorpulent generals safe behind linesHistory`s lessons drowned in red winePoppies for young men, death`s bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children`s crusadeThe children of England would never be slavesThey`re trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generationMidnight in Soho nineteen eighty fourFixing in doorways, opium slavesPoppies for young men, such bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children`s crusade