Текст песни Tears of Memory - Флаги

Boris Poplawski, & quot; Flags & quot;
In summer day over white pavement
Lanterns hung from the paper.
Pipe voice mumbled over the boulevard,
For more than six dreamed flags.

They thought the sea near somewhere
And it ran a heat wave,
Air slept without seeing again as Summer,
All flags have overshadowed pity.

They are the backbone of the ship,
Black smoke that flies gently,
And the prayer of boundless wave
Ship music on Christmas Eve.

Quick off the mast in the ocean,
The noise of fireworks, the cry of black sailors,
And a huge slope of anchors
In the hour of the fall in body tissue sad.

The first flag shines above the horizon
And by flash guns cheerfully winds
And the last is sinking amid the wreckage
And the wing beats of water.

As the soul. that leaves the body,
As my love to you. Answer!
How many times have you wanted a summer day
Wrapped in a flag and die.