wailing of shells The boys holding candles On untraveled roads The fear spreads like fire As shrapnel explodes I think it's wrong To conscript our youth
of shells the boys holding candles on untraveled roads the fear spreads like fire as shrapnel explodes I think it's wrong to conscript our youth
I will stand my ground, wont be pushed around, I'll never give it up to you! I will stake my claim, Won't burn in the flames, I'll never give it up to
the helpless sight i come, falling in the dark for all... follow me our sword is truth, our shield is faith and honor in age or youth, our hearts and
A nation stands with heart in hand To sing their anthem proudly Voices raised to sing their praise Of their hollow country All this talk of freedom
. we threw all caution to the wind. it was hard enough just to be a kid, let alone deal with the problems i was given. i didn't care what youth had
a punk Doomed youth, you?re so beautiful You never learn to be suspicious of the stones That look too precious to be true Like you, doomed youth The
Traduction: Fireflight. Hymne de la jeunesse.
Traduction: 10000 Maniacs. Hymne pour la jeunesse Doomed.
wailing of shells the boys holding candles on untraveled roads the fear spreads like fire as shrapnel explodes I think it's wrong to conscript our youth
: I will stand my ground, wont be pushed around, I'll never give it up to you! I will stake my claim, Won't burn in the flames, I'll never give it up
