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.
Rouzaud 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 the flowers are.
Where did they go?
Tell me, where the flowers are.
What has happened?
Tell me, where the flowers are.
Young girls picked them swiftly.
When will we ever understand?
When will we ever understand?
Tell me, where the girls are.
Where did they go?
Tell me, where the girls are.
What has happened?
Tell me, where the girls are.
Men took them swiftly.
When will we ever understand?
When will we ever understand?
Tell me, where the men are.
Where did they go?
Tell me, where the men are.
What has happened?
Tell me, where the men are.
Moved away. The war begins.
When will we ever understand?
When will we ever understand?
Tell, where the soldiers are.
Where did they go?
Tell, where the soldiers are.
What has happened?
Tell, where the soldiers are.
The wind is blowing above the graves.
When will we ever understand?
When will we ever understand?
Tell me, where the graves are?
Where did they go?
Tell me, where the graves are.
What has happened?
Tell me, where the graves are.
Flowers are blooming in the summer wind.
When will we ever understand?
When will we ever understand?
Tell me, where the flowers are.
Where did they go?
Tell me, where the flowers are.
What has happened?
Tell me, where the flowers are.
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 no other song is good enough.