Letra de Anthem - Chapter I

[Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)] Desolate winter, 1914 A child in trenches, a young life betrayed. In the stinging rain a martial drum call, Replacing the remote wail of hopeless knells. Still we hear their bitter laughter in the wind An ideal is fallen in the rain of wailing shells. What candles were held to speed them all? (W. Owen) Whose grimy hands closed these tired eyes? These weary eyes? Detached from the dreams of youth Brothers turn to strangers, The absense of reason realized in the fields Of Belgium and France The seeing dead and living blind, united they lie As if in love Noone left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth