Paroles:
Trompette Sonnerie

J'entends sonner les clairons: c'est le chant des amours mortes. J'entends battre le tambour: c'est le glas pour nos amours. Sur le champ de nos batailles

J'entends sonner les clairons: c'est le chant des amours mortes. J'entends battre le tambour: c'est le glas pour nos amours. Sur le champ de nos batailles

J'entends sonner les clairons: c'est le chant des amours mortes. J'entends battre le tambour: c'est le glas pour nos amours. Sur le champ de nos batailles

J'entends sonner les clairons: c'est le chant des amours mortes. J'entends battre le tambour: c'est le glas pour nos amours. Sur le champ de nos batailles

So much time I've wasted I can truly say I never thought it would come to this Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the face Reality

Forgotten faces Lost in yesterdays realm Drained with confusion Where did it go? Look into the past, look into their faces Never, the thought of being

I see you fading away from us I'll miss you very much Room with empty bottles, broken dreams And pride still running high, always on your side But I

When you see them coming in form And they say they do what's best for you Fighting for one total control They are planned and organized for you Breaking

Your hazel-green tint eyes watching every move I make And that feeling of doubt, it's erased I'll never feel alone again with you by my side You're the