Soldiers - Andreas Gross

Giving aways all our summers

Didn’t bring much luck for you and me

Searching for the longest night

In grounds of ashes

And winter valleys

Now earth is offering me

A hand of bones reaching me

Digging my bed in

Grounds of ashes

And winter valleys

If only time didn’t run that fast

We could lay down by the roses at last

Rest beneath the whitest roe