| Song | My Personal Revenge |
| Artist | Jackson Browne |
| Album | World In Motion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Browne | |
| (english translation by jorge calderon) | |
| My personal revenge will be the right | |
| Of our children in the schools and in the gardens | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| This song which has flourished without panic | |
| My personal revenge will be to show you | |
| The kindness in the eyes of my people | |
| Who have always fought relentlessly in battle | |
| And been generous and firm in victory | |
| My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning | |
| On a street without beggars or homeless | |
| When instead of jailing you i suggest | |
| You shake away the sadness there that blinds you | |
| And when you who have applied your hands in torture | |
| Are unable to look up at what surrounds you | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| These hands that once you so mistreated | |
| But have failed to take away their tenderness | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Red and black, its heart's been scarred | |
| Forevermore |
| zuo ci : Browne | |
| english translation by jorge calderon | |
| My personal revenge will be the right | |
| Of our children in the schools and in the gardens | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| This song which has flourished without panic | |
| My personal revenge will be to show you | |
| The kindness in the eyes of my people | |
| Who have always fought relentlessly in battle | |
| And been generous and firm in victory | |
| My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning | |
| On a street without beggars or homeless | |
| When instead of jailing you i suggest | |
| You shake away the sadness there that blinds you | |
| And when you who have applied your hands in torture | |
| Are unable to look up at what surrounds you | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| These hands that once you so mistreated | |
| But have failed to take away their tenderness | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Red and black, its heart' s been scarred | |
| Forevermore |
| zuò cí : Browne | |
| english translation by jorge calderon | |
| My personal revenge will be the right | |
| Of our children in the schools and in the gardens | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| This song which has flourished without panic | |
| My personal revenge will be to show you | |
| The kindness in the eyes of my people | |
| Who have always fought relentlessly in battle | |
| And been generous and firm in victory | |
| My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning | |
| On a street without beggars or homeless | |
| When instead of jailing you i suggest | |
| You shake away the sadness there that blinds you | |
| And when you who have applied your hands in torture | |
| Are unable to look up at what surrounds you | |
| My personal revenge will be to give you | |
| These hands that once you so mistreated | |
| But have failed to take away their tenderness | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| It was the people who hated you the most | |
| When rage became the language of their song | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Its heart has been scarred forevermore | |
| And underneath the skin of this town today | |
| Red and black, its heart' s been scarred | |
| Forevermore |