Now your ship is returning 
‘cause the war came to an end, 
I will wait at the harbor 
but I don’t have hands to wave. 
Maybe we waited too long, 
maybe we didn’t care. 
If we’re heroes or martyrs or 
something in between. 

I can’t remember your face, 
you got my back and so you left. 

Now you tell me about glory, 
now that I lost my faith, 
you will sink to the bottom 
of my weak memory. 

I can’t remember your face, 
you got my back and so you left.