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Murmurs from the deepest of the black
Soft words about the need to go back
Foreign phrases that kill the language
Someone said "You can never go back"
Until the end of time
I'll hear those cold words
Until the end of time
It will sound absurd
Even when the killing is over
You'll still hear the pounding of the guns
When you think that it's safe to forget
You'll hear it in the words of your sons
Until it's all gone down
I'll see these fires burn
Until it's all gone down
I'll pay what I've earned
The fiercest eyes
The most cultured tongue
Will never detract from or make me free
Of all the lies told to me
When I was almost young
There was talk of going back to France
It was then I knew it was over
Across the Pyrenees in the night
Wounded and girls we gave them cover
Until it fades away
And the lies have paled
Until it fades away
Freedom will taste stale
The eyes wherein revolution died
They dared me give the order advance
This ragtag rearguard knew it was lost
Against cannon we carry the lance
Until there is no more
Regrets for orders
Until there is no more
I cross the borders
In future times
Tears you can't find here
Will flood out the pain granting us pardon
And marshal these battalions
To cut away the years |
