We Must Look

	作词 : Brel, Buck
	Behind the dirt
	Sprawled before us
	Behind narrow eyes
	And faces of fat
	Beyond those hands
	Opened or closed
	That strain in vain
	Nor raise thier fists
	Further than frontiers
	That barb our path
	Further than misery
	We must look
	We must look at
	What is beauty
	The grey sky or blue
	The women by the stream
	The faithful friend
	Tomorrow's sun
	The fly to the swallow
	The boat that returns
	The faithful friend
	Tomorrow's sun
	The fly to the swallow
	The boat that returns
	Beyond the concert
	Of sobbs and tears
	Of cries of anger
	Of men in fear
	Beyond the din of
	Streets and singers
	Of warning sirens
	Of swearing porters
	Stronger than children
	Who recount the wars
	And stronger than
	The great who've made us make them
	We must listen to
	The bird in the wood
	The murmer of summer
	The rising of blood
	The mother soft songs
	The childrens prayer
	And the noise of the earth
	Gently falling to sleep
	The mother soft songs
	The childrens prayer
	And the noise of the earth
	Gently falling to sleep
	We must listen
	We must look

	zuò cí : Brel, Buck
	Behind the dirt
	Sprawled before us
	Behind narrow eyes
	And faces of fat
	Beyond those hands
	Opened or closed
	That strain in vain
	Nor raise thier fists
	Further than frontiers
	That barb our path
	Further than misery
	We must look
	We must look at
	What is beauty
	The grey sky or blue
	The women by the stream
	The faithful friend
	Tomorrow' s sun
	The fly to the swallow
	The boat that returns
	The faithful friend
	Tomorrow' s sun
	The fly to the swallow
	The boat that returns
	Beyond the concert
	Of sobbs and tears
	Of cries of anger
	Of men in fear
	Beyond the din of
	Streets and singers
	Of warning sirens
	Of swearing porters
	Stronger than children
	Who recount the wars
	And stronger than
	The great who' ve made us make them
	We must listen to
	The bird in the wood
	The murmer of summer
	The rising of blood
	The mother soft songs
	The childrens prayer
	And the noise of the earth
	Gently falling to sleep
	The mother soft songs
	The childrens prayer
	And the noise of the earth
	Gently falling to sleep
	We must listen
	We must look