[Verse 1]
Pride fills the trains to the brim, golden epaulets shine
Young winds blow in from the south
Tearing clouds apart into shreds
They haven’t forgotten, sending greetings from afar
From home, from mom, and from the first love not yet the last
[Pre-Chorus]
And across the sky they run
Do you see the traces left behind?
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s me
Maybe they’re waiting for us
Maybe they’re singing to us, our own
[Chorus]
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
[Verse 2]
Joy fills the tables to the brim, with earthly bows given
We’ll stand, drink, and for all, fall silent
The moon is full, the world staggers, tongue and legs are tangled
We’ll remember, and say to a brother the words that matter
[Pre-Chorus]
And across the sky they run
Do you see the traces left behind?
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s me
Maybe they’re waiting for us
Maybe they’re singing to us, our own
[Chorus]
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
[Bridge]
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on in the memory of years
The scythe has struck the stone; a war rages on
[Outro]
From the south, the trains are filled to the brim, golden epaulets shine
Proudly blow the young winds from the south