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Down below the feet were marching on There was glory calling, flowers were thrown Although the sun was shining The cold blue light of morning Can't melt the layers of dreams Left from the night before The dream goes on... Yes, the mood was stirring Yes, the eyes were shining To answer honours calling wreaths were laid All the girls were smiling The young men held a wine Marching on the dreams Left from the night before The dream goes on... Watch the smiles turning into tears They'll send the young men to war Down below the feet were marching on There was glory calling, flowers were thrown Although the sun was shining The cold blue light of morning Can't melt the layers of dreams Left from the night before The dream goes on... Same blood same sun The dream goes marching on... From Letras Mania