Song | The Weapon They Fear |
Artist | Heaven Shall Burn |
Album | Decade Of Expres |
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作曲 : Maik | |
Words, these words of freedom; | |
A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
In this world of lies, the truth - it means resistance; | |
To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from. | |
Aspired from the middle, of his brothers; | |
Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
One single voice became a storm. | |
His words and melodies - the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
Nobody's chosen to suffer. | |
Nobody's destined to rule. | |
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
Fettered his hands, | |
But not, not these words he wrote: | |
These songs we'll sing! | |
These songs we'll sing! | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... ["Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara.] |
zuo qu : Maik | |
Words, these words of freedom | |
A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
In this world of lies, the truth it means resistance | |
To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
And threw back the baseness back to where it came from. | |
Aspired from the middle, of his brothers | |
Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
One single voice became a storm. | |
His words and melodies the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came... from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
Nobody' s chosen to suffer. | |
Nobody' s destined to rule. | |
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
Fettered his hands, | |
But not, not these words he wrote: | |
These songs we' ll sing! | |
These songs we' ll sing! | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came... " Silence and screams are the end of my song." Victor Jara. |
zuò qǔ : Maik | |
Words, these words of freedom | |
A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
In this world of lies, the truth it means resistance | |
To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
And threw back the baseness back to where it came from. | |
Aspired from the middle, of his brothers | |
Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
One single voice became a storm. | |
His words and melodies the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came... from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
Nobody' s chosen to suffer. | |
Nobody' s destined to rule. | |
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
Fettered his hands, | |
But not, not these words he wrote: | |
These songs we' ll sing! | |
These songs we' ll sing! | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
Threw back the baseness back from where it came... " Silence and screams are the end of my song." Victor Jara. |