You the mothers who sent your sons
  Wipe away your tears
  For those who fought and those who fell
  Become our sons as well.
  
  You the warriors with your words
  Throw away your spears
  You talk of times of peace for all
  And then prepare for war.
  All the people with dreams, all mothers with sons
  All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns.
  Like a child that's born on a moonless night
  Like a child that's born, we parachute down to an unknown fight.
  
  This city of blossom and blood
  This city suffered more than it should
  These sidewalk silhouettes not washed away, not washed away.
  
  Whatever you've done, whatever you've done, whatever you've done.
  
  There's a hope in the heart says never again.
  Whatever you say, whatever you say, whatever you say
  It's the price of peace to remember that day.