(after Laurence Binyon)
They shall not grow old, as we are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We will remember them
They built a wall boys, it stayed up for thirty years
We’ve torn it down now, clattering round their ears
You know how it is, with spirit(s),
They just couldn’t hold us
Brothers and sisters
The world you died for, was all but a pack of lies
It had to fall down, and keep on falling
You gave us the world they promised you,
And in the morning
We are the flowering
We are the flowering youth
Berliners