Amapola Lyrics

On the grassfields where two lines meet

In the eastern border lays a boy

The black sea lulls him to sleep

His wrinkles full of joy

The salt in the air doesn't make him shiver

Nor does the pollen make him sneeze

Plenty of poppies he can bring her

The baby girl on his knees

From your open tomb

I will wake you, I will wake you

Soon from your wounds

I will wake you, I will take you

To her perfume

I will wake you, i must wake you soon

On the grassfields where two lines meet

In the eastern border lays a boy

The black sea lulls him to sleep

His wrinkles full of joy

The sun on his lids doesn't make 'em flicker

Nor do the armies from the west

Red poppies glitter

From the gashes on his chest

From your open tomb

I will wake you, I will wake you

Soon from your wounds

I will wake you, I will take you

To her perfume

I will wake you, i must wake you soon