Song | Goodbye to the Village |
Artist | Killing Joke |
Album | Brighter Than a Thousand Suns |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 |