The song I'm going to sing,

is an american song.

Max Colpet wrote

the German lyrics.

Where have all the flowers gone.

The song I'm going to sing,

is an american song.

Roseau (?) wrote

the French lyrics.

Because I'm singing in German

I'd like to tell

what the song is about.

Where are all the flowers gone?

Girls came and picked them.

Where did the young girls go?

To the young men.

And where did the young men go?

They went to war.

And where did the soldiers go?

To the grave.

Where are all the flowers gone?

Young girls picked them everyone.

And the young girls

went to the young men.

And where did the young men go?

To the war.

Where did the soldiers go?

To the graves.

And then the flowers grew on the graves.

And the young girls picked them again.

When will we ever learn?

When will we ever understand?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

Where did they go?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

What has happened?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

Young girls picked them swiftly.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

Tell me, where are the girls.

Where did they go?

Tell me, where are the girls.

What has happened?

Tell me, where are the girls.

Men took them swiftly.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

Tell me, where are the men.

Where did they go?

Tell me, where are the men.

What has happened?

Tell me, where are the men.

Moved away. The war begins.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

Tell, where are the soldiers.

Where did they go?

Tell, where are the soldiers.

What has happened?

Tell, where are the soldiers.

The wind is blowing above the graves.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

Tell me, where are the graves?

Where did they go?

Tell me, where are the graves.

What has happened?

Tell me, where are the graves.

Flowers are blooming in the summer wind.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

Where did they go?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

What has happened?

Tell me, where are the flowers.

Girls picked them swiftly.

When will we ever understand?

When will we ever understand?

I'd like to say thank you

for coming.

I'd like to sing another song,

but I think there isn't any other song good enough.