Attention!
All heroes!
The poppies row on row
We are the dead since Fourteen
Gas, gas!
We quarrel
The poppies for your foe
It’s over: dying since Fifteen
We die: the guns roar
The people throw the torch to us
We are since Sixteen
Lay down with poppies
Dead friends shall not sleep
Since Seventeen and Eighteen
This field of poppies
Let me sleep in peace
Hear the larks singing always
This field, it will do boy
Mixing with the people
You can now rest
Sunset
Short days always (yeah)
