Poppies Songtext
von Dez Mona

This land left weary
This land left crushed
Where longing is heavy
Where singing is tough

This land, unsteady
This land, collapsed
Studded with bodies
Cold cakes in mud

Where we′ve lost all our crop
and we've lost all we′ve loved
Except for the poppies,
being born from the dust
Where we've lost all our crop
and we've lost all we′ve loved
Except for the poppies,
except for the poppies


Now winter is here
It′s harsh and it's cold
The smell of blood
Clings hard to our clothes

Where we′ve lost all our crop
and we've lost all we′ve loved
Except for the poppies,
they are born from the dust
We've lost all our crop
Where we′ve lost all we've loved
Except for the poppies,
except for the poppies

We are still here, our silence is gold
Moving the earth to flatten the soil
We are stil here our lips sealed and sore
Smooth out the land we call our home


Where we've lost all our crop
and we′ve lost all ve′ve loved
Except for the poppies,
they are born from the dust
Where we've lost all our crop
and we′ve lost all we've loved
Except for the poppies
except for the poppies

We are still here, our silence is gold
Moving the earth to flatten the soil
We are still here, our lips sealed and sore
Smooth out the land we call our home