I woke up, the dawn never came Colder than yesterday it feels to me We are coming home, we are young no more Innocent as before playing our games Call it a dream or an ideal It's gone anyway And the banners of the nations... Today They will march no more The flags in line They march no more Today Daydreams turned into grief And disbelief I see all the faces in the crowd No more looking so proud or glorious Our illusions are forever gone And many deeds are done that can't be reversed I woke up, the dawn never came Colder than yesterday it feels to me All these young men, they are young no more To their very core they have been changed