Valkýra [English translation]

It's not blood my dear, that's red poppy blooming

The scarlet color remained on fields after battles

Everyone dancing drinking, when a soldier took off his armor

Small was the price of life, it's not blood my dear

That's just the hillsides blooming by the power of rich soil

It's better to lay down your weapons than to take sons from their mothers

It's not burning my dear, that's the sun setting

River is clutching him, putting him to sleep

Fairies are swimming around, confused by the color

They are the last that remain, it's not burning my dear

That's just the wind wailing and the poppies bowing to it

You'll know this moment when it's dripping from your palms

The Valkyrie are marching to the mountains, circling the landscape

Wells will run out of water and the weak shall perish

Mysterious lute sounds, merging the lines into a ring

It's not even burning yet it smolders and the air is cleansed

Poppy petals fall when winds starts to blow

And wet sheep herds will be afraid in the rain

Come on, let's go home and wait next year

They will grow again and new grass around

Will feed that herd, merging the lines into a ring

What is foretold is set and the air is cleansed

The Valkyrie are marching to the mountains, circling the landscape

Wells will run out of water and the weak shall perish

Mysterious lute sounds, merging the lines into a ring

It's not even burning yet it smolders and the air is cleansed

The Valkyrie are marching to the mountains, circling the landscape

Wells will run out of water and the weak shall perish

Mysterious lute sounds, merging the lines into a ring

It's not even burning yet it smolders...

The Valkyrie are marching to the mountains, circling the landscape

Wells will run out of water and the weak shall perish

Mysterious lute sounds, merging the lines into a ring

It's not even burning yet it smolders and the air is cleansed