In Flanders Fields ... вообще не ожидала, что такая песня существует)
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies grow, We've left our soldiers, row by row Far and away, on distant lands Where they fought bravely And made their stands.
For king, country and the cross, Paid with lives, but what of the cost. We cannot erase what we have done War... there are only losers, winners none.
If we could all but learn from the past, Then surely THAT war would have been the last. Speaking for the ones that had to go, Though poppies grow In Flanders fields.