| I woke up, the dawn never came | |
| Colder than yesterday it feels to me | |
| We are coming home, we are young no more | |
| Innocent as before playing our games | |
| Call it a dream or an ideal | |
| It's gone anyway | |
| And the banners of the nations... | |
| TodayThey will march no more | |
| The flags in line | |
| They march no more | |
| TodayDaydreams turned into grief | |
| And disbelief | |
| I see all the faces in the crowd | |
| No more looking so proud or glorious | |
| Our illusions are forever gone | |
| And many deeds are done that can't be reversed | |
| I woke up, the dawn never came | |
| Colder than yesterday it feels to me | |
| All these young men, they are young no more | |
| To their very core they have been changed |