The Spanish Drummer - Rome

Give me silence!

Give me some truce!

Let us be evasive!

Nevermind the truth!

They say slaves speak of bravery

As swine speak of flying

Surely now we’re done speaking

We’re done lying

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our hearts still free

Our word still alive

Even though the world

Has us run and hide

They say rebels speak of loyalty

As fish speak of flying

Surely, we know better

For now we’re here to do the dying

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep

This is my offer

Illusion, aimlessness

In return teach me

How to tolerate

A life of despair

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep

Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep