Lyrics Forget-Me-Nots - Irradiance

Forget-Me-Nots

Tonight, tonight we’re playing in the cellars
Drinking, dancing
It’s the truce, and there’s nothing like this present time
Here in the corner a busy mam' is
Crafting flowers with old blue paper
There’s nothing else, letters in pieces
Only the making matters to her
She wants sprays for he heroes
Cause they deserve an oration
And it’s the only way she knows
To express her emotions is better
Alors elle tisse, elle tisse, elle tisse
Avev des restes bleus
Alors elle tisse suplice, retisse
Des guirlandes myosotis
Et elle pleure, pleure, pleure
Pendant qu’ils dansent
Et elle pleure, malheur du coeur
Et tissant des guirlandes de fleurs
She would have given a wonderful bunch
To everyone, child prodigies
Beloved spouses, soldiers full of punch
Left for a long time, in unknown colonies
She wants sprays for her heroes
Cause all of her boys are missing
She doesn’t even have a rose
For their gruesome burying
She is working in silence
The others guys dance
Her kids will never have this chance
She won’t listen to her brain
Cause there’s no place for the pain
She is weaving, this garland is her chain
Her very last chain with her sons fallen in vain