\'\' The trumpet of armistice still sounds like an old blues \'\'
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The poppy lied just as the verdigris betrayed .
The flemish sky is never completely blue or gray.
It puts on formal attire occasion...
Blondies are looking for husbands .
Heavy females with patient dreams .
Child ,Your dad will not be a soldier !
This year the cornflower will not blossom ...
Wooden cross or iron cross ,
the believer goes to hell !
Thanks for your invitation Lord Schrapnell !
In this open-air cesspool
it floats like a drop of sphincter
and some crusty -ass feet washed by the runs ...
this damn coffee stinks like the Dardanelles !
Something new to the west ?
Drink your Kraut-schnapps ,
so you don\'t feel that dagger in your ass !
Slaughter over .
spanish black death ...
Your factory is waiting for you
to assemble Bugattis for the wealthy ...
Hack writer will narrate the adventures
of a sweet poppy and the emotions
of a tender kohlrabi ...
Girls need to dance and have fun.
With one leg tied behind ,
you\'d be square trying to fit in ...
The massgrave began to sow the furrow .
My gramp\' (The famous aviator ! )
told me how the sabbath candelsticks
lit up Dresden !
To the west the beautiful golden star
herald renewal !
Adieu ardents coquelicots mesdames
et vous hardis allez les bleus !
Here we are ,all brothers in misery ,
our medals of glory sold to the usurer...
Give us back the war !
Armistice is just artifice ...