作词 : Christian Falk/Per Hägglund/Gunnar Ljungstedt/Joakim Thåström | |
作曲 : Christian Falk/Per Hägglund/Gunnar Ljungstedt/Joakim Thåström | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
At the bottom of a pit | |
In a mine below the city | |
Steely muscles ache and split | |
Where childhood songs and tales | |
Heal the wound from your remorse | |
Where window shopping eyes go | |
Looking for the source | |
We were all born naked | |
With nothing in our cup | |
Ten million tons of stone | |
Where the cities all grew up | |
And the walls of Necropolis | |
Breathing pain sweat and hope | |
Underground... underground | |
You can tell the children now | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
......underground | |
In the starry black night | |
There's a feast behind your door | |
All them debtcollecting letters | |
Get another birthday on your floor | |
Down where life is short | |
A party in a dustbin | |
Singing songs to children | |
'bout no grief looking in | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
Sledgehammers sing their song | |
'bout a sun heating up our bodies | |
When the winter has been too long | |
Let it echo in your brain | |
You're a need, a star, a gong | |
Underground... underground | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
......underground |
zuo ci : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
zuo qu : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
At the bottom of a pit | |
In a mine below the city | |
Steely muscles ache and split | |
Where childhood songs and tales | |
Heal the wound from your remorse | |
Where window shopping eyes go | |
Looking for the source | |
We were all born naked | |
With nothing in our cup | |
Ten million tons of stone | |
Where the cities all grew up | |
And the walls of Necropolis | |
Breathing pain sweat and hope | |
Underground... underground | |
You can tell the children now | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
...... underground | |
In the starry black night | |
There' s a feast behind your door | |
All them debtcollecting letters | |
Get another birthday on your floor | |
Down where life is short | |
A party in a dustbin | |
Singing songs to children | |
' bout no grief looking in | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
Sledgehammers sing their song | |
' bout a sun heating up our bodies | |
When the winter has been too long | |
Let it echo in your brain | |
You' re a need, a star, a gong | |
Underground... underground | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
...... underground |
zuò cí : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
zuò qǔ : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
At the bottom of a pit | |
In a mine below the city | |
Steely muscles ache and split | |
Where childhood songs and tales | |
Heal the wound from your remorse | |
Where window shopping eyes go | |
Looking for the source | |
We were all born naked | |
With nothing in our cup | |
Ten million tons of stone | |
Where the cities all grew up | |
And the walls of Necropolis | |
Breathing pain sweat and hope | |
Underground... underground | |
You can tell the children now | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
...... underground | |
In the starry black night | |
There' s a feast behind your door | |
All them debtcollecting letters | |
Get another birthday on your floor | |
Down where life is short | |
A party in a dustbin | |
Singing songs to children | |
' bout no grief looking in | |
Somewhere deep down underground | |
Sledgehammers sing their song | |
' bout a sun heating up our bodies | |
When the winter has been too long | |
Let it echo in your brain | |
You' re a need, a star, a gong | |
Underground... underground | |
Be the president | |
You be the president | |
...... underground |