Woven Birds Lyrics

	作词 : Burns, Convertino
	The plaza in the village
	where mission bells used to ring
	is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
	even the swallows have vanished
	no longer return every spring
	all the blossoms are buried
	'neath the waste
	out of the shadows grow hatred
	along the corrider crawls fear
	crushed by the promise of hope
	that never returned
	watched with a hawk's trained eye
	the trees grow silent fruit
	'neath a suffering sky
	those who have stayed, keep a flame
	in memory of the fallen
	and pass on the old rites despite the risk
	but many more have left here
	on mended broken wings
	turn to see your reaction
	a tear drop fills your eye
	but you protest not to give up or give in
	heading straight for the wreckage
	picking up a shovel and a hoe
	start putting back the bricks one by one
	numbers come out of the woodwork
	curious to see the rebirth
	above the swollen clouds
	a strange sound fills the air
	a silence never heard
	falling like blessed rain
	and the swallows return
	as the mission bells ring

	zuo ci : Burns, Convertino
	The plaza in the village
	where mission bells used to ring
	is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
	even the swallows have vanished
	no longer return every spring
	all the blossoms are buried
	' neath the waste
	out of the shadows grow hatred
	along the corrider crawls fear
	crushed by the promise of hope
	that never returned
	watched with a hawk' s trained eye
	the trees grow silent fruit
	' neath a suffering sky
	those who have stayed, keep a flame
	in memory of the fallen
	and pass on the old rites despite the risk
	but many more have left here
	on mended broken wings
	turn to see your reaction
	a tear drop fills your eye
	but you protest not to give up or give in
	heading straight for the wreckage
	picking up a shovel and a hoe
	start putting back the bricks one by one
	numbers come out of the woodwork
	curious to see the rebirth
	above the swollen clouds
	a strange sound fills the air
	a silence never heard
	falling like blessed rain
	and the swallows return
	as the mission bells ring

	zuò cí : Burns, Convertino
	The plaza in the village
	where mission bells used to ring
	is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
	even the swallows have vanished
	no longer return every spring
	all the blossoms are buried
	' neath the waste
	out of the shadows grow hatred
	along the corrider crawls fear
	crushed by the promise of hope
	that never returned
	watched with a hawk' s trained eye
	the trees grow silent fruit
	' neath a suffering sky
	those who have stayed, keep a flame
	in memory of the fallen
	and pass on the old rites despite the risk
	but many more have left here
	on mended broken wings
	turn to see your reaction
	a tear drop fills your eye
	but you protest not to give up or give in
	heading straight for the wreckage
	picking up a shovel and a hoe
	start putting back the bricks one by one
	numbers come out of the woodwork
	curious to see the rebirth
	above the swollen clouds
	a strange sound fills the air
	a silence never heard
	falling like blessed rain
	and the swallows return
	as the mission bells ring

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