FLOWERS (N. Bottini) – 3:34 

I've never known what war was, but then ten years ago I think I found how I felt

I saw an old lady she was bringing some flowers in her hand

She passed behind the tombstone for the fallen ones just as the sun went down

She put 'em there so gently like trying not to disturb anyone

She must have cried a river since it happened fifty-five years before

That's when an ounce of lead turned the treasure hidden in her heart into dust

She lived her life with a fight in her suol between her brand new mates

Once is the lack of reasons for what's been, the other's being unable to hate

CHORUS

Well, it's war, that states no conditions

Well, it's war, turning life into dust

She must have met her love again now flying up there into the blue blue sky

I've grown up and I have a little daughter, I watch her playing with my wife

I hope my hands will always be strong enough to keep them away from pain

The sun is going down, I pick some flowers and I walk to them