Go to the fields,
To the ashen circles,
Towns without a name.
Cry the tears
Of a thousand people,
Who couldn't get away.
They were locked in a battle,
Against the ones astray.
Stuck in the fields,
In the ashen circles,
Towns without a name.
Don't you hear the people singing?
The ones who never came?
Do you know the pain they felt?
When they found the lost and faint?
Go to the fields,
To the ashen circles,
Towns without a name.
Wave hello to the man,
To the cursed victor,
And the perfect world he made.
To the yellow and blue and pale,
The sun, sea and snow.
To the ones who lost their freedom
Because they couldn't go.
Now we're here in the fields,
In the ashen circles,
Towns without a name.
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I am using this for a book that I'm actually considering on getting published.
Tell me what you think.
The book is about what the world would be like if Hitler won WWII, in the far future, and about three girls living during it. The main character learned the song from her mother.
