(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