Rome - The Spanish Drummer lyrics

Give me silence! Give me some truce!
Let us be evasive! Nevermind the truth!
They say slaves speak of bravery
As swine speak of flying
Surely now we're done speaking
We're done lying

Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer

Has had us moan, has had us weep
Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer
Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our hearts still free our word still alive
Even though the world has us run and hide
They say rebels speak of loyalty
As fish speak of flying
Surely, we know better
For now we're here to do the dying

Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer
Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer
Has had us moan, has had us weep

This is my offer illusion, aimlessness
In return teach me how to tolerate
A life of despair our flowers are blue

Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer
Has had us moan, has had us weep

Our flowers are blue
Our eyes still wounded by sleep
Death, the spanish drummer
Has had us moan, has had us weep