| Song | See a Friend in Tears |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Circus Maximus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brel | |
| So men are still at war in Ireland | |
| For certain songs and certain dates | |
| The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
| And Europe gave way to the States | |
| So now that money's all but scentless | |
| Noses and consciences are clear | |
| The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| So our defeats are just reminders | |
| Of death that waits behind it all | |
| The body wilts before the mind does | |
| Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
| It's true our women have deceived us | |
| All hunted species disappear | |
| It's true we've shot the golden eagles | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| It's true our cities are exhausted | |
| Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
| We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
| And in the underground we're drowning | |
| Accelerating through the years | |
| You who think you'll find the truth by frowning | |
| See a friend in tears | |
| It's true our mirrors don't show heroes | |
| We lack the courage to be Jews | |
| Without the elegance of Negroes | |
| With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
| And all these men who are our brothers | |
| Wonder why we don't want to hear | |
| How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
| See a friend in tears |
| zuo ci : Brel | |
| So men are still at war in Ireland | |
| For certain songs and certain dates | |
| The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
| And Europe gave way to the States | |
| So now that money' s all but scentless | |
| Noses and consciences are clear | |
| The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| So our defeats are just reminders | |
| Of death that waits behind it all | |
| The body wilts before the mind does | |
| Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
| It' s true our women have deceived us | |
| All hunted species disappear | |
| It' s true we' ve shot the golden eagles | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| It' s true our cities are exhausted | |
| Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
| We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
| And in the underground we' re drowning | |
| Accelerating through the years | |
| You who think you' ll find the truth by frowning | |
| See a friend in tears | |
| It' s true our mirrors don' t show heroes | |
| We lack the courage to be Jews | |
| Without the elegance of Negroes | |
| With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
| And all these men who are our brothers | |
| Wonder why we don' t want to hear | |
| How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
| See a friend in tears |
| zuò cí : Brel | |
| So men are still at war in Ireland | |
| For certain songs and certain dates | |
| The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
| And Europe gave way to the States | |
| So now that money' s all but scentless | |
| Noses and consciences are clear | |
| The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| So our defeats are just reminders | |
| Of death that waits behind it all | |
| The body wilts before the mind does | |
| Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
| It' s true our women have deceived us | |
| All hunted species disappear | |
| It' s true we' ve shot the golden eagles | |
| But see a friend in tears | |
| It' s true our cities are exhausted | |
| Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
| We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
| And in the underground we' re drowning | |
| Accelerating through the years | |
| You who think you' ll find the truth by frowning | |
| See a friend in tears | |
| It' s true our mirrors don' t show heroes | |
| We lack the courage to be Jews | |
| Without the elegance of Negroes | |
| With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
| And all these men who are our brothers | |
| Wonder why we don' t want to hear | |
| How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
| See a friend in tears |