The flag was left at half-mast today
A make-weight for those wanting to say
We’re thinking of your glories
Calendar years that you counted on
Like faces in a parade are gone
We’re thinking of your glories
I’m not getting older
I didn’t think you called to erase
My dolor has no colour
I don’t worry it always the same
When I look to you
Nothing’s changed
Our generation is weak
But not today
We’re thinking about all of your glories