Текст песни Fields

In the time of fieves and lordship A village controlled by A bitter lord who didn't care about serves He choose the poorest farmers Children, men, and wives He delighted in making them immure We want to escape From this cold and dank prison Free our soul from thousand Thousand years of cries We need to revenge We want justice to be made We will put our vengeance On the descendants In the time of the fifth republic A castle owned by A family who didn't care about me They were found eviscerated Children, men, and wives Witnesses saw shadows vanishing away