Song | The Grand Change |
Artist | Elegy |
Album | Labyrinth of Dreams |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Elegy | |
Money your life you say, | |
It holds off your dying day. | |
No questions, resistance can't silence the cries, | |
The hunger you feel | |
They're pulling the strings out there, | |
Fatmen in golden chairs. | |
Their castles come thumbling down from the sky, | |
If we now unite. | |
Now, look what they are doing. | |
Open your eyes, don't you see that you're treated like slaves. | |
It's time to stand tall. | |
Religion and lethal sin, look more like a synonym. | |
Stand up and fight it, that part that they play, | |
Is the system we fear. | |
They promised equality, the perfect society. | |
The trainload of power is moving our way, | |
And freedom is here. | |
The time has come to do or die, to laugh or cry. | |
This is your chance to become who you are, | |
Not what they want. | |
Dismay and fear, obeyed commands, | |
But now it's near. | |
Bring up the courage you showed in the past, | |
The grand change is here. |
zuo qu : Elegy | |
Money your life you say, | |
It holds off your dying day. | |
No questions, resistance can' t silence the cries, | |
The hunger you feel | |
They' re pulling the strings out there, | |
Fatmen in golden chairs. | |
Their castles come thumbling down from the sky, | |
If we now unite. | |
Now, look what they are doing. | |
Open your eyes, don' t you see that you' re treated like slaves. | |
It' s time to stand tall. | |
Religion and lethal sin, look more like a synonym. | |
Stand up and fight it, that part that they play, | |
Is the system we fear. | |
They promised equality, the perfect society. | |
The trainload of power is moving our way, | |
And freedom is here. | |
The time has come to do or die, to laugh or cry. | |
This is your chance to become who you are, | |
Not what they want. | |
Dismay and fear, obeyed commands, | |
But now it' s near. | |
Bring up the courage you showed in the past, | |
The grand change is here. |
zuò qǔ : Elegy | |
Money your life you say, | |
It holds off your dying day. | |
No questions, resistance can' t silence the cries, | |
The hunger you feel | |
They' re pulling the strings out there, | |
Fatmen in golden chairs. | |
Their castles come thumbling down from the sky, | |
If we now unite. | |
Now, look what they are doing. | |
Open your eyes, don' t you see that you' re treated like slaves. | |
It' s time to stand tall. | |
Religion and lethal sin, look more like a synonym. | |
Stand up and fight it, that part that they play, | |
Is the system we fear. | |
They promised equality, the perfect society. | |
The trainload of power is moving our way, | |
And freedom is here. | |
The time has come to do or die, to laugh or cry. | |
This is your chance to become who you are, | |
Not what they want. | |
Dismay and fear, obeyed commands, | |
But now it' s near. | |
Bring up the courage you showed in the past, | |
The grand change is here. |