Rachel Zeffira The Deserters
One day we'll meet again
One day we'll speak like we did back then
Old friend
You're still my old friend
No visitors
Remember the music you made
Those who heard
Became the deserters
One day we'll meet and no one will cry
One day I won't ask why
Old friend
You're still my old friend
No visitors
Among those friends that you knew
All who gave the word
Are deserters now