GUNG HO | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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On a field of red one gold star

Raised above his head

He was not like any other

He was just like any other

And the song they bled

Was a hymn to him

Awake my little one

The seed of revolution

Sewn in the sleeve

Of cloth humbly worn

Where others are adorned

The question is raised

Raised above his head

Was he of his word

Was he a good man

For his image fills the southern heart

With none but bitterness

Above the northern plain

The great birds fly

With great wings

Over the paddy fields

And the people kneel

And the men they toil

Yet not for their own

And the children are hungry

And the wheel groans

There before a grass hut

A young boy stood

His mother lay dead

His sisters cried for bread

And within his young heart

The seed of revolution sewn

In cloth humbly worn

While others are adorned

And he grew into a man

Not like any other

Just like any other

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