Song | Nations |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gira | |
Don't cry no more | |
He's coming here | |
His voice contains nations | |
Don't cry no more | |
Don't cry no more | |
Our father is a nation | |
The children hide behind his eyes | |
Their skin conceals nations | |
His mouth is dry from drinking sand | |
But he seeks the blood of nations | |
Our father weaves electricity | |
And he feeds the mind of nations | |
These stones they crack | |
Against the wall | |
But they sound | |
The scream of nations | |
For those that burned | |
For those that are left | |
For those that conspire | |
To steal their past | |
For those whose bellies | |
Are filled with air | |
For those that wither | |
That eat despair | |
For those that we kill, | |
For those that are right | |
For those that now fall | |
Through tunnels of light | |
For those whose veins | |
Are filled with salt | |
For those that follow | |
The muted call | |
For those who work | |
Is fire and waste | |
For those whose tongues | |
Describe the taste | |
For those that spread | |
The sand and lime | |
For those that rise up | |
For those that will die | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
You're not alone | |
Not alone | |
In nations |
zuo qu : Gira | |
Don' t cry no more | |
He' s coming here | |
His voice contains nations | |
Don' t cry no more | |
Don' t cry no more | |
Our father is a nation | |
The children hide behind his eyes | |
Their skin conceals nations | |
His mouth is dry from drinking sand | |
But he seeks the blood of nations | |
Our father weaves electricity | |
And he feeds the mind of nations | |
These stones they crack | |
Against the wall | |
But they sound | |
The scream of nations | |
For those that burned | |
For those that are left | |
For those that conspire | |
To steal their past | |
For those whose bellies | |
Are filled with air | |
For those that wither | |
That eat despair | |
For those that we kill, | |
For those that are right | |
For those that now fall | |
Through tunnels of light | |
For those whose veins | |
Are filled with salt | |
For those that follow | |
The muted call | |
For those who work | |
Is fire and waste | |
For those whose tongues | |
Describe the taste | |
For those that spread | |
The sand and lime | |
For those that rise up | |
For those that will die | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
You' re not alone | |
Not alone | |
In nations |
zuò qǔ : Gira | |
Don' t cry no more | |
He' s coming here | |
His voice contains nations | |
Don' t cry no more | |
Don' t cry no more | |
Our father is a nation | |
The children hide behind his eyes | |
Their skin conceals nations | |
His mouth is dry from drinking sand | |
But he seeks the blood of nations | |
Our father weaves electricity | |
And he feeds the mind of nations | |
These stones they crack | |
Against the wall | |
But they sound | |
The scream of nations | |
For those that burned | |
For those that are left | |
For those that conspire | |
To steal their past | |
For those whose bellies | |
Are filled with air | |
For those that wither | |
That eat despair | |
For those that we kill, | |
For those that are right | |
For those that now fall | |
Through tunnels of light | |
For those whose veins | |
Are filled with salt | |
For those that follow | |
The muted call | |
For those who work | |
Is fire and waste | |
For those whose tongues | |
Describe the taste | |
For those that spread | |
The sand and lime | |
For those that rise up | |
For those that will die | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
He brings revenge | |
And he brings the truth | |
You' re not alone | |
Not alone | |
In nations |