| Song | Talk of the Guns |
| Artist | Axel Rudi Pell |
| Album | Made in Germany: Live |
| 作曲 : Pell, Soto | |
| Hearts of stone with faces of angels, | |
| Terrorize you with no soul. | |
| You can't hide from the course of the trigger, | |
| Shots in the night leaves your blood runnin' cold. | |
| Bullets fly over and over, | |
| Remorseless desires, | |
| They don't care if you see tomorrow, | |
| If you live or you die. | |
| You can't hide if you're chosen the victim, | |
| You won't be sacrificed | |
| Can't escape from the screams and the anger, | |
| You can tell by the look in their eyes. | |
| Shoot your mouth again, | |
| Can't get away from it, it's the talk of the guns. | |
| Get me outta here, 'cause you can't turn your back | |
| From the talk of the guns. | |
| Lost in the race, you're caught in the war zone, | |
| Standing in the line of fire, | |
| One foot in the grave, the other is runnin'. | |
| The last words you hear "Hang 'em higher". | |
| They don't care if you see tomorrow, | |
| If you live or you die. | |
| You can't hide if you're chosen the victim, | |
| You won't be sacrificed | |
| Can't escape from the screams and the anger, | |
| You can tell by the look in their eyes. | |
| Shoot your mouth again, | |
| Can't get away from it, it's the talk of the guns. | |
| Get me outta here, 'cause you can't turn your back | |
| From the talk of the guns. |
| zuò qǔ : Pell, Soto | |
| Hearts of stone with faces of angels, | |
| Terrorize you with no soul. | |
| You can' t hide from the course of the trigger, | |
| Shots in the night leaves your blood runnin' cold. | |
| Bullets fly over and over, | |
| Remorseless desires, | |
| They don' t care if you see tomorrow, | |
| If you live or you die. | |
| You can' t hide if you' re chosen the victim, | |
| You won' t be sacrificed | |
| Can' t escape from the screams and the anger, | |
| You can tell by the look in their eyes. | |
| Shoot your mouth again, | |
| Can' t get away from it, it' s the talk of the guns. | |
| Get me outta here, ' cause you can' t turn your back | |
| From the talk of the guns. | |
| Lost in the race, you' re caught in the war zone, | |
| Standing in the line of fire, | |
| One foot in the grave, the other is runnin'. | |
| The last words you hear " Hang ' em higher". | |
| They don' t care if you see tomorrow, | |
| If you live or you die. | |
| You can' t hide if you' re chosen the victim, | |
| You won' t be sacrificed | |
| Can' t escape from the screams and the anger, | |
| You can tell by the look in their eyes. | |
| Shoot your mouth again, | |
| Can' t get away from it, it' s the talk of the guns. | |
| Get me outta here, ' cause you can' t turn your back | |
| From the talk of the guns. |