Текст песни Pro Patria Mori

Pro Patria Mori Pro Patria Mori Pro Patria Mori Pro Patria Mori A friend of mine in the firing line got shooting pains Ten plus nine, not enough time for growing pains He had bills to pay and foes to slay I asked him why he bled And this is what he said How sweet it is, how sweet it is Yeah, how sweet it is Tragic you and use, by the magic tree with our fingers crossed A six and three, then house for tea, we ate albatross We had shame to hide, our hands were tied Why no tears shed, this is what mum said How sweet it is, yeah how sweet it is How sweet it is Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum I miss those words, I never heard, you never said Miss the love unscarred, the kiss unshared, the books unread We had nights to fall That dreams might call If only dreams could dare To meet me on the stairs How sweet it is, yeah how sweet it is Yeah how sweet it is Pro Patria Mori, Pro Patria Mori Pro Patria Mori Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum