| 作曲 : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
| An eagle breaks the silence | |
| And overflies the field | |
| My eyes will try to follow | |
| Till it vanishes away | |
| Like candles in the darkness | |
| We fight against the wind | |
| Devotion to your idols | |
| Soon will overthrow the king | |
| Out of order | |
| Taming borders | |
| Tearing down the fences | |
| On and on and after all | |
| The century has gone | |
| Racism jumble | |
| Turbulence | |
| My eyes believe we have gone to the end | |
| Ordinary Earth | |
| Sailing throught the space | |
| Population alienation | |
| Losing all affection | |
| Calling on to heaven's hope | |
| To watch for my protection | |
| Out of luck | |
| Potential stuck | |
| Remote controlled | |
| By the T.V. again | |
| Carries human souls | |
| Lead us the journey of our fate | |
| So come millennium sun | |
| Won't you show us the way | |
| Future's begun | |
| So words from my mouth come | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Pictures a sunset on the lake | |
| Mirrors of crystal your portrait | |
| Walking on this field while | |
| I wait So come millennium sun | |
| Won't you show us the way | |
| Future's begun | |
| So words come from my mouth | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Show us the future's began | |
| Burning millennium sun |
| zuo qu : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
| An eagle breaks the silence | |
| And overflies the field | |
| My eyes will try to follow | |
| Till it vanishes away | |
| Like candles in the darkness | |
| We fight against the wind | |
| Devotion to your idols | |
| Soon will overthrow the king | |
| Out of order | |
| Taming borders | |
| Tearing down the fences | |
| On and on and after all | |
| The century has gone | |
| Racism jumble | |
| Turbulence | |
| My eyes believe we have gone to the end | |
| Ordinary Earth | |
| Sailing throught the space | |
| Population alienation | |
| Losing all affection | |
| Calling on to heaven' s hope | |
| To watch for my protection | |
| Out of luck | |
| Potential stuck | |
| Remote controlled | |
| By the T. V. again | |
| Carries human souls | |
| Lead us the journey of our fate | |
| So come millennium sun | |
| Won' t you show us the way | |
| Future' s begun | |
| So words from my mouth come | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Pictures a sunset on the lake | |
| Mirrors of crystal your portrait | |
| Walking on this field while | |
| I wait So come millennium sun | |
| Won' t you show us the way | |
| Future' s begun | |
| So words come from my mouth | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Show us the future' s began | |
| Burning millennium sun |
| zuò qǔ : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
| An eagle breaks the silence | |
| And overflies the field | |
| My eyes will try to follow | |
| Till it vanishes away | |
| Like candles in the darkness | |
| We fight against the wind | |
| Devotion to your idols | |
| Soon will overthrow the king | |
| Out of order | |
| Taming borders | |
| Tearing down the fences | |
| On and on and after all | |
| The century has gone | |
| Racism jumble | |
| Turbulence | |
| My eyes believe we have gone to the end | |
| Ordinary Earth | |
| Sailing throught the space | |
| Population alienation | |
| Losing all affection | |
| Calling on to heaven' s hope | |
| To watch for my protection | |
| Out of luck | |
| Potential stuck | |
| Remote controlled | |
| By the T. V. again | |
| Carries human souls | |
| Lead us the journey of our fate | |
| So come millennium sun | |
| Won' t you show us the way | |
| Future' s begun | |
| So words from my mouth come | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Pictures a sunset on the lake | |
| Mirrors of crystal your portrait | |
| Walking on this field while | |
| I wait So come millennium sun | |
| Won' t you show us the way | |
| Future' s begun | |
| So words come from my mouth | |
| Whispering for your return | |
| Show us the future' s began | |
| Burning millennium sun |
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