The slow march of the army The dragging of the boots The laying and the waiting Until someone starts to shoot Where is there this silence, then? This everlasting peace? You'll find it on the cold blue Smiling lips of the deceased The slow arc of the sun that moves Across the blazing sky The vultures circling in the heat Above where dying lie Where is there this silence, then? This everlasting peace? You'll find it on the cold blue Smiling lips of the deceased The miles of green that thirst to death The blowing of the sand And then the creeping cold begins And freezes all the land Where is there this silence, then? This everlasting peace? You'll find it on the cold blue Smiling lips of the deceased