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点击复制作词人：声音在风里发芽
作曲人：声音在风里发芽
In the land where the morning breaks through smoke
Little eyes hold the weight of the world
Their laughter once danced on the breeze so light
Now it's carried away on the wind's cold swirl
Hands that should hold paintbrushes and books
Clutch the edges of tattered dreams
Streets that sang with the call to prayer
Now echo with distant endless screams
Can you hear their silent song
Rising up where the bombs have gone
Children of Iran under the sun
We will be your voice until the fighting's done
Let love be the language that heals the night
Till every child can sleep without fear's cold bite
Mama tucks them in under concrete skies
Whispers promises no one can keep
Daddy's photograph fades by the lamp
A memory too fragile to keep
They draw rainbows on walls of broken stone
Where flowers once grew by the door
Asking when the doves will find their way home
To a land that's worth fighting for
Can you hear their silent song
Rising up where the bombs have gone
Children of Iran under the sun
We will be your voice until the fighting's done
Let love be the language that heals the night
Till every child can sleep without fear's cold bite
From New York streets to Paris lights
From Tokyo's glow to African nights
We stand as one with hearts unbowed
For the ones who cannot make a sound
The world is watching the world is here
To dry your tears and calm your fear
Can you hear their silent song
Rising up where the bombs have gone
Children of Iran under the sun
We will be your voice until the fighting's done
Let love be the language that heals the night
Till every child can sleep without fear's cold bite