| Song | Goodbye To The Village |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Brighter Than A Thousand Suns (Restored Mixes Version) [Original recording remastered] |
| 作词 : Killing Joke | |
| Around the strangers moved, the shouts | |
| I felt within | |
| New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was). | |
| Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised | |
| And how the men pursue their worrk | |
| They act convinced of freedom. | |
| Crossed over by the bridge | |
| The brook was running ill. | |
| We recognised the place - places we knew as children | |
| We wept upon the sight, and progress tore our hearts | |
| Fences divide the land, homes boxed like rabbit hutches. | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one | |
| Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred | |
| No harvest moon shall rise, no valley homestead seen | |
| And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever | |
| And in the morning promise me great times will come again | |
| And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away | |
| Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again | |
| And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away. | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| I'll never never see my home | |
| I'll never never see my home | |
| You'll never never see your home | |
| You'll never never see your home |
| zuò cí : Killing Joke | |
| Around the strangers moved, the shouts | |
| I felt within | |
| New panoramas seen I loved it as it was. | |
| Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised | |
| And how the men pursue their worrk | |
| They act convinced of freedom. | |
| Crossed over by the bridge | |
| The brook was running ill. | |
| We recognised the place places we knew as children | |
| We wept upon the sight, and progress tore our hearts | |
| Fences divide the land, homes boxed like rabbit hutches. | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one | |
| Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred | |
| No harvest moon shall rise, no valley homestead seen | |
| And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever | |
| And in the morning promise me great times will come again | |
| And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away | |
| Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again | |
| And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away. | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| Goodbye to the village | |
| I' ll never never see my home | |
| I' ll never never see my home | |
| You' ll never never see your home | |
| You' ll never never see your home |