Wake up can’t you smell the changeFlowers blooming in the winters sun
Natures fooled by the games we played
Soon the world will we know will be undone
Mmm
Listen can’t you hear the changeThe melodies amongst the tress have goneA silence fell with every hedgerow tornWhats the world without its morning songMmmm change gotta come
MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money
Change gotta come
Look up can’t you see the changeThe rising shores reclaim the land we slaved
Time will come when we’ll have to payBefore we’re sent down to an early grave
MmmChange gotta come




MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money

小尼姑，年方二八，正青春，被师傅削去了头发。
我本是女娇娥，又不是男儿郎。




Je suis une petite nonne de 16 ans, en pleine jeunesse mon maitre m’a obligée de me raser la tête.
Mais je dois être une jolie fille, pas un garçon.