| Song | Les Invisibles |
| Artist | Orenda Fink |
| Album | Invisible Ones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fink | |
| I make it each day | |
| With the help of the good | |
| Lord But late night | |
| I comb the streets | |
| Looking for a way to feed | |
| Hell came in the way | |
| Of a war and a child | |
| That never returned | |
| He never returned | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| And as my weathered hands | |
| Cracked and colored | |
| With years of pain | |
| Of the brokenhearted | |
| Frame their plates | |
| Of whiten and gold | |
| You take no note | |
| Of your warm presenter | |
| Would you like to know what | |
| I'd done for dinner | |
| And I've outlived my boy | |
| Just to serve it to you | |
| You've waged this war | |
| The rich wage wars | |
| The rich take more | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles |
| zuo qu : Fink | |
| I make it each day | |
| With the help of the good | |
| Lord But late night | |
| I comb the streets | |
| Looking for a way to feed | |
| Hell came in the way | |
| Of a war and a child | |
| That never returned | |
| He never returned | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| And as my weathered hands | |
| Cracked and colored | |
| With years of pain | |
| Of the brokenhearted | |
| Frame their plates | |
| Of whiten and gold | |
| You take no note | |
| Of your warm presenter | |
| Would you like to know what | |
| I' d done for dinner | |
| And I' ve outlived my boy | |
| Just to serve it to you | |
| You' ve waged this war | |
| The rich wage wars | |
| The rich take more | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles |
| zuò qǔ : Fink | |
| I make it each day | |
| With the help of the good | |
| Lord But late night | |
| I comb the streets | |
| Looking for a way to feed | |
| Hell came in the way | |
| Of a war and a child | |
| That never returned | |
| He never returned | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| And as my weathered hands | |
| Cracked and colored | |
| With years of pain | |
| Of the brokenhearted | |
| Frame their plates | |
| Of whiten and gold | |
| You take no note | |
| Of your warm presenter | |
| Would you like to know what | |
| I' d done for dinner | |
| And I' ve outlived my boy | |
| Just to serve it to you | |
| You' ve waged this war | |
| The rich wage wars | |
| The rich take more | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We raise our hands and pray | |
| Les invisibles | |
| We hold our heads in shame | |
| Les invisibles |