By the trenches
I hold my breath,
Waiting and waiting
for my death .

The poppies blow,
To and fro,
In the Flanders fields.

Hear the gunshots
And the bombs
Is this were the soldiers
Do belong?

The poppies blow,
To and fro,
In the Flanders fields.

Now i lie in
In the grass waiting,
For the war to pass.

The poppies blow,
To and fro,
In the Flanders fields.