| On the hills, I see the corn is swiftly growing
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| In the gardens, trees are barren of their fruits
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| Bathed in sunshine, peasants toil, their labor showing
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| In the glory of the ever-healing roots
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| Well, I’m feeling
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| That it’s all right, now!
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| Yes, I’m feeling
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| It’s all right… now!
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| Anyway…
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| On the land, 'neath a million rays of sunshine
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| Stands the secret of the mirror-colored (?) life
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| Lying peacefully, the soil in all the sunshine
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| Lend its strength to the simplicity of life
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| Well, I’m feeling
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| That it’s all right, now!
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| Yes, I’m feeling
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| It’s all right… now!
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| Anyway…
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| A simple symphony, a tale without an ending
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| But the beauty of that spirit couldn’t last
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| Revolution bred machineries of power
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| Could revolution turn the tide back to the past?
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| Well, I’m feeling
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| That it’s all right, now!
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| Yes, I’m feeling
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| It’s all right… now!
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| Anyway…
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| I see a giant hand descending from above my head
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| And suddenly, there’s factories for rent, now you’re dead
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| A man is just a number on a perforated card
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| Your personality is lost, is this a just reward?
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| Revolution, revolution
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| A man who’s sucking all your blood will work you very hard
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| In the news, they’re wasting (?), toiling for a crust of bread
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| Only hoping that their children now will all be fed
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| The factory mole of today is ever wanted more
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| Deep inside, his greedy hand is like a clutching claw
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| Revolution, revolution
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| Has the one reward he should be working for been lost?
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| A simple symphony, a tale without an ending
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| But the beauty of that spirit couldn’t last
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| Revolution bred machineries of power
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| Could revolution turn the tide back to the past?
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| Well, I’m feeling
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| That it’s all right, now!
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| Yes, I’m feeling
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| It’s all right… now!
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| Anyway… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fields and Factories, artist - Gravy Train. Album song Second Birth, in the genre Иностранный рок