| Song | Beautiful Wasteland |
| Artist | Capercaillie |
| Album | Beautiful Wasteland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| It rarely makes the news today | |
| The place where I was born | |
| They called it a wasteland | |
| A wilderness gone wrong | |
| Where the twisted trees have fallen | |
| The branches stripped and bare | |
| In the silence of the night time | |
| Innocence is here | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| If only you'll see, you'll believe | |
| I embraced my father's warnings | |
| And studied in your schools | |
| To justify your theories | |
| And convoluted rules | |
| Travelled to the corners | |
| Where everybody knows | |
| My country's been wearing | |
| The emperor's clothes | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| I'll take you there | |
| To the bracken slopes | |
| When the summer's rolling in | |
| I'll take you there | |
| I'm lying by the ocean | |
| Her western breeze is still | |
| She's the heart of all seasons | |
| A mother to my soul | |
| When the century is over | |
| And the shipping days are done | |
| Like a child for the first time | |
| I'll lie here again | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me... | |
| If only you'll see, you'll believe... |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| It rarely makes the news today | |
| The place where I was born | |
| They called it a wasteland | |
| A wilderness gone wrong | |
| Where the twisted trees have fallen | |
| The branches stripped and bare | |
| In the silence of the night time | |
| Innocence is here | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| If only you' ll see, you' ll believe | |
| I embraced my father' s warnings | |
| And studied in your schools | |
| To justify your theories | |
| And convoluted rules | |
| Travelled to the corners | |
| Where everybody knows | |
| My country' s been wearing | |
| The emperor' s clothes | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| I' ll take you there | |
| To the bracken slopes | |
| When the summer' s rolling in | |
| I' ll take you there | |
| I' m lying by the ocean | |
| Her western breeze is still | |
| She' s the heart of all seasons | |
| A mother to my soul | |
| When the century is over | |
| And the shipping days are done | |
| Like a child for the first time | |
| I' ll lie here again | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me... | |
| If only you' ll see, you' ll believe... |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| It rarely makes the news today | |
| The place where I was born | |
| They called it a wasteland | |
| A wilderness gone wrong | |
| Where the twisted trees have fallen | |
| The branches stripped and bare | |
| In the silence of the night time | |
| Innocence is here | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| If only you' ll see, you' ll believe | |
| I embraced my father' s warnings | |
| And studied in your schools | |
| To justify your theories | |
| And convoluted rules | |
| Travelled to the corners | |
| Where everybody knows | |
| My country' s been wearing | |
| The emperor' s clothes | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me | |
| I' ll take you there | |
| To the bracken slopes | |
| When the summer' s rolling in | |
| I' ll take you there | |
| I' m lying by the ocean | |
| Her western breeze is still | |
| She' s the heart of all seasons | |
| A mother to my soul | |
| When the century is over | |
| And the shipping days are done | |
| Like a child for the first time | |
| I' ll lie here again | |
| Beautiful wasteland is me... | |
| If only you' ll see, you' ll believe... |