[Verse 1]
Can you hear their cries?
Nowhere can the children run to hide
Crimson rivers
Flow down hills
Atone our ills
And woe to all her songs of love
[Refrain]
A farewell to arms
[Verse 2]
Mutilated lives
Blackening as coffin line the sides
Filled with fathers
Who has won?
When only sons
Hold their grieving heads and mourn
[Refrain]
A farewell to arms
[Verse 3]
Always our souls entwine
Erase this vast divide
Deaf ears, our voices rest
Tyrant, this is protest
Can you hear their cries?
Nowhere can the children run to hide
Crimson rivers
Flow down hills
Atone our ills
And woe to all her songs of love
[Refrain]
A farewell to arms
[Verse 2]
Mutilated lives
Blackening as coffin line the sides
Filled with fathers
Who has won?
When only sons
Hold their grieving heads and mourn
[Refrain]
A farewell to arms
[Verse 3]
Always our souls entwine
Erase this vast divide
Deaf ears, our voices rest
Tyrant, this is protest
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