Amandine - Soldiers Hands lyrics

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Trouble's brewing in the ranks

With broken men on every flank

All the soldiers hands are red

From all the tears and blood that's she'd

And in the morning when the reveille

Puls us from our sleep

Puts a fracture in the reverie

And kills our quiet dreams

Your widow waits with nervous grace

A solemn look upon her face

Time is lost in love and war

Remember what your waiting for

And in the morning when the enemy

Fire among the men

Sounds like voices in an elegy

For the years we didn't spend