Song | Our Land |
Artist | Rabia Sorda |
Album | The Art Of Killing Silence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aicrag | |
You´ve cried for so long | |
And your tears don´t come out anymore | |
You know where | |
I come from | |
And that´s something | |
I´ll never forget | |
Take away the pain and the fear | |
Those that put you down for hundrets of years | |
Humiliation must never come back´cause a new generation will strike back | |
Heads up! | |
Don´t decay! | |
Don´t stop until our world is changed | |
Heads up! | |
Ain´t no shame | |
Let´s make it stop! | |
You´ve screamed for so long | |
Inside a storm, the winds from | |
Faraway brought so your voice kept strong | |
While they raped our land without an end | |
So come and show them your face | |
And tell them now: | |
We won´t put our heads | |
Down again! | |
No one will ever buy | |
Or sell our fate, our pride or our lifes again! | |
A new order awaits | |
A new world awaits | |
A place for dreams will become true | |
Latin America is our land | |
Our past is present | |
We will defend our roots, our rights | |
Our land, no matter what it takes | |
We´re looking for something | |
Something to believe | |
Insurrection | |
We believe in a better tomorrow | |
Where we all can believe | |
Insurrection | |
Wake up brother - this isn´t over yet! | |
Let´s write our history with our bloody hands´cause heads of state didn´t hear demands | |
They´ve served themselves and they´ve stolen | |
All they could, they´ve bitten the hand | |
That fed them their way through |
zuo qu : Aicrag | |
You ve cried for so long | |
And your tears don t come out anymore | |
You know where | |
I come from | |
And that s something | |
I ll never forget | |
Take away the pain and the fear | |
Those that put you down for hundrets of years | |
Humiliation must never come back cause a new generation will strike back | |
Heads up! | |
Don t decay! | |
Don t stop until our world is changed | |
Heads up! | |
Ain t no shame | |
Let s make it stop! | |
You ve screamed for so long | |
Inside a storm, the winds from | |
Faraway brought so your voice kept strong | |
While they raped our land without an end | |
So come and show them your face | |
And tell them now: | |
We won t put our heads | |
Down again! | |
No one will ever buy | |
Or sell our fate, our pride or our lifes again! | |
A new order awaits | |
A new world awaits | |
A place for dreams will become true | |
Latin America is our land | |
Our past is present | |
We will defend our roots, our rights | |
Our land, no matter what it takes | |
We re looking for something | |
Something to believe | |
Insurrection | |
We believe in a better tomorrow | |
Where we all can believe | |
Insurrection | |
Wake up brother this isn t over yet! | |
Let s write our history with our bloody hands cause heads of state didn t hear demands | |
They ve served themselves and they ve stolen | |
All they could, they ve bitten the hand | |
That fed them their way through |
zuò qǔ : Aicrag | |
You ve cried for so long | |
And your tears don t come out anymore | |
You know where | |
I come from | |
And that s something | |
I ll never forget | |
Take away the pain and the fear | |
Those that put you down for hundrets of years | |
Humiliation must never come back cause a new generation will strike back | |
Heads up! | |
Don t decay! | |
Don t stop until our world is changed | |
Heads up! | |
Ain t no shame | |
Let s make it stop! | |
You ve screamed for so long | |
Inside a storm, the winds from | |
Faraway brought so your voice kept strong | |
While they raped our land without an end | |
So come and show them your face | |
And tell them now: | |
We won t put our heads | |
Down again! | |
No one will ever buy | |
Or sell our fate, our pride or our lifes again! | |
A new order awaits | |
A new world awaits | |
A place for dreams will become true | |
Latin America is our land | |
Our past is present | |
We will defend our roots, our rights | |
Our land, no matter what it takes | |
We re looking for something | |
Something to believe | |
Insurrection | |
We believe in a better tomorrow | |
Where we all can believe | |
Insurrection | |
Wake up brother this isn t over yet! | |
Let s write our history with our bloody hands cause heads of state didn t hear demands | |
They ve served themselves and they ve stolen | |
All they could, they ve bitten the hand | |
That fed them their way through |