A song about the old world's pride.
Hi! This is Senbonzakura. This is one of the most popular vocaloid songs of all time. 'Nuff said.
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Senbonzakura
Original: Kurousa-P
Acoustic Arrangement: Osamuraisan
Vocals & Mixing: Will Stetson
Video, Editing, & Lyrics: David Toth ( / breadboxvideo )
Lyrics:
All rise to revolution, harsh cries of retribution
Now dies the wars we fought with absolution
Ride free and dawn the emblem! Believe in what we tell them
True peace protected by the ICBM
Take my hand we’ll run down the roads that winds.
Always keep on, no man left behind.
Boys and girls bear blood of the samurai
And the pride of their lives gone by.
In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky
Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries.
Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed.
Looking down we laugh upon the guillotine
And the smothering dark will blot out all the stars
Though you scream out your heart, I can’t hear where you are
We are hurt but we dream, of skies we’ve never seen
So let’s raise our guns and fire ‘till we’re free!
Once fighting for our nation, pride dies to sweet temptation
All rise to mourn their lies with indignation
Come now we’ll wait no longer. Somehow we’ll carry onward
Saints bow as we march to 1-2-3-4
Take my hand we’ll run through the torii high
Cleanse out the soul and charge through the night.
Curtain close on the futures that we sought
As we bow through the loud applause
In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky
Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries.
Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed.
Looking down we laugh upon the guillotine
And the smothering dark will blot out all the stars
Though you cry out your heart, I can’t hear where you are
We are down on our knees, but always will believe.
So we’ll rise again and fire ‘till we’re free!
Take my hand we’ll run down the roads that wind.
Always keep on, no man left behind.
Boys and girls bear blood of the samurai
And the pride of their lives gone by.
In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky
Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries.
Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed.
Looking down we’ll break free of this guillotine.
In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky
If you sing out so bright, I’ll dance with you tonight
Yes this feast that we see was made of all our greed
So we’ll break it down and fire ‘till we’re free!
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13 сен 2017
