| Song | Broken Barricades |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Broken Barricades |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
| It was all once bright jewels | |
| And glittering sand | |
| The oceans have ravaged | |
| And strangled the land | |
| Waste fills the temples, | |
| Dead daughters are born | |
| The presses are empty | |
| The editors torn | |
| Whose husband was the first to fall? | |
| Who died the worst death of them all? | |
| How many splinters in each separate band? | |
| How many stations in the final hand? | |
| Now gather up sea shells, | |
| And write down brave words | |
| Your prayers are unanswered, | |
| Your idols absurd | |
| The seaweed and the cobweb, | |
| Have rotted your sword | |
| Your barricades broken, | |
| Your enemies lord. |
| zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
| It was all once bright jewels | |
| And glittering sand | |
| The oceans have ravaged | |
| And strangled the land | |
| Waste fills the temples, | |
| Dead daughters are born | |
| The presses are empty | |
| The editors torn | |
| Whose husband was the first to fall? | |
| Who died the worst death of them all? | |
| How many splinters in each separate band? | |
| How many stations in the final hand? | |
| Now gather up sea shells, | |
| And write down brave words | |
| Your prayers are unanswered, | |
| Your idols absurd | |
| The seaweed and the cobweb, | |
| Have rotted your sword | |
| Your barricades broken, | |
| Your enemies lord. |
| zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
| It was all once bright jewels | |
| And glittering sand | |
| The oceans have ravaged | |
| And strangled the land | |
| Waste fills the temples, | |
| Dead daughters are born | |
| The presses are empty | |
| The editors torn | |
| Whose husband was the first to fall? | |
| Who died the worst death of them all? | |
| How many splinters in each separate band? | |
| How many stations in the final hand? | |
| Now gather up sea shells, | |
| And write down brave words | |
| Your prayers are unanswered, | |
| Your idols absurd | |
| The seaweed and the cobweb, | |
| Have rotted your sword | |
| Your barricades broken, | |
| Your enemies lord. |