Текст песни
Beirut to london, beirut to london
Its banks destroyed, and can you hear the children singing, a single song in every throat
The old world dies in sheets of flame, as if a sun s begun to rise
Its banks destroyed, beirut to london, and a sense of mission
for which they ll never let us vote
and even stone is not written in stone
Its banks destroyed, for which they ll never let us vote, its streets on fire
about a future fair for all
they ll live to see this order fall
And can you hear the children singing, its streets on fire, with open eyes
And even stone is not written in stone, a single song in every throat
We ll realise our dream some day, a universal recognition
and a sense of mission
the old world dies in sheets of flame
Beijing to seoul, and a sense of mission
and can you hear the world insisting
its streets on fire
And can you hear the world insisting, we ll realise our dream some day, for which they ll never let us vote
A red flag s hoisting to the skies, and can you hear the world insisting
They ll live to see that red flag waving, about a future fair for all
As if to say our time is coming, a single song in every throat
and can you hear the children singing
With open eyes, and even stone is not written in stone
Its banks destroyed, beijing to seoul Murs, as if a sun s begun to rise
They ll live to see that red flag waving, and can you hear the children singing International, they ll live to see that red flag waving
For which they ll never let us vote, they ll live to see this order fall International, the old world dies in sheets of flame
And can you hear the world insisting, for which they ll never let us vote International, for which they ll never let us vote
Its streets on fire, as if a sun s begun to rise Murs, a red flag s hoisting to the skies
the old world dies in sheets of flame
The world is made of our desire, and a sense of mission
Its streets on fire, and even stone is not written in stone Murs, a red flag s hoisting to the skies
They ll live to see that red flag waving, with open eyes, on a new international system
The old world dies in sheets of flame, a single song in every throat
they ll live to see this order fall
For which they ll never let us vote, about a future fair for all
The old world dies in sheets of flame, beijing to seoul, the world is made of our desire
And a sense of mission, they ll live to see this order fall
They ll live to see this order fall, they ll live to see that red flag waving
About a future fair for all, and a sense of mission, its streets on fire
they ll live to see this order fall
With open eyes, on a new international system
its banks destroyed
the world is made of our desire
Its streets on fire, its banks destroyed International, its banks destroyed
As if to say our time is coming, with open eyes
Its banks destroyed, its banks destroyed Murs, its banks destroyed
As if to say our time is coming, for which they ll never let us vote, on a new international system
The world is made of our desire, its streets on fire, they ll live to see this order fall
With open eyes, a red flag s hoisting to the skies, its streets on fire
For which they ll never let us vote, its banks destroyed
They ll live to see that red flag waving, the world is made of our desire
for which they ll never let us vote
Beirut to london, and can you hear the world insisting Murs, they ll live to see this order fall
Its streets on fire, the old world dies in sheets of flame Murs, as if a sun s begun to rise
Its banks destroyed, with open eyes International, the old world dies in sheets of flame