[00:00.00] 作词 : Jerome Reuter
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jerome Reuter
[00:44.33]Will you wash your hands in his heart, will you dwell
[00:54.23]Will you pay yourself with being proud as well
[01:03.88]He has a heart as little apt as yours
[01:14.11]But it harbours no complaints, no remorse
[01:23.93]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
[01:33.87]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
[01:44.27]Wouldn't flatter you for a love forlorn
[01:54.12]For he has no equal in pride, in scorn
[02:04.11]And what his breast forges his tongue must vent
[02:14.09]For it's hard to walk with your knees bent
[02:23.84]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
[02:33.60]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
[02:43.75]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
[02:53.67]Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan...