(after Laurence Binyon) They shall not grow old, as we are left grow old Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun, and in the morning We will remember them They built a wall boys, it stayed up for thirty years We've torn it down now, clattering round their ears You know how it is, with spirit(s), They just couldn't hold us Brothers and sisters The world you died for, was all but a pack of lies It had to fall down, and keep on falling You gave us the world they promised you, And in the morning We are the flowering We are the flowering youth Berliners