Poppies flow on a field full of crosses
soldiers die on an unhappy day even in their short ages
away, away let the dreams fly away
fields all full of poppies and crosses.
England will breath in heaven when the poppies flow
short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
between the crosses row and row the poppies flow.
We are lovers who wasn’t the killers, that mark our place
and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing
we will always remember them and love them.