In Flanders fields, the poppies blow In Flanders fields, the poppies blow Nos campos de Flandres, as papoulas sopram Between the crosses, row on row Between the crosses, row on row Entre as cruzes, linha na linha That mark our place; and in the sky That mark our place; and in the sky Isso marca nosso lugar; e no céu The larks, still bravely singing, fly The larks, still bravely singing, fly As cotovias, ainda bravamente cantando, voam Scarce heard amid the guns below Scarce heard amid the guns below Escasso ouviu em meio às armas abaixo We are the dead, short days ago We are the dead, short days ago Nós somos os mortos, dias curtos atrás We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Nós vivemos, sentimos o amanhecer, vimos o brilho do Sol Loved, and were loved, and now we lie Loved, and were loved, and now we lie Amamos, e fomos amados, e agora nós mentimos In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields Nos campos de Flandres, nos campos de Flandres And now we lie in Flanders fields And now we lie in Flanders fields E agora nós estamos deitados nos campos de Flandres Take up our quarrel with the foe Take up our quarrel with the foe Aceite nossa briga com o inimigo To you from failing hands we throw To you from failing hands we throw Para você de mãos falhas nós jogamos The torch; be yours to hold it high The torch; be yours to hold it high A tocha; ser seu para mantê-lo alto If ye break faith with us who die If ye break faith with us who die Se você quebrar a fé com a gente que morre We shall not sleep, though poppies grow We shall not sleep, though poppies grow Nós não vamos dormir, embora as papoulas cresçam In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields Nos campos de Flandres, nos campos de Flandres