your sons marched past,
singing songs o spite
they were sparrows at a bullfight
they said
“good night”
we put our flags at half-height
in the half-light
we flew their hearts on the string of a kite .
( bang ! )
your sons marched past,
singing songs o spite
they were sparrows at a bullfight
they said
“good night”
we put our flags at half-height
in the half-light
we flew their hearts on the string of a kite .