paroles de chanson
Today
we
line
the
streets
At
least
five
or
six
people
deep
We're
here
to
see
our
king
of
peace
Through
weeping
eyes,
down
on
bended
knee
Look
to
the
future,
tell
me,
what
do
you
see?
Unity
and
peace?
Or
bloody
bandages
where
the
wound
still
bleeds?
Yes,
it's
rouge
indeed
Will
history
repeat?
Only
time
will
tell
Do
enemies
wait
like
when
Jayavarman
fell?
Quiet
in
the
palace
gardens
Where
the
playboy
prince
held
his
parties
His
elegant
soirees
E-flat
note
on
a
saxophone
floats
Down
Boulevard
Norodom
Our
living
god
is
gone
He
was
the
father
And
we
the
children
Loved
like
a
martyr
The
king
has
left
the
building
He
was
the
father
And
now
his
spirit's
moving
Carried
on
the
wings
of
a
Garuda
He
was
the
father
And
we
the
children
Loved
like
a
martyr
The
king
has
left
the
building
He
was
the
father
And
now
his
spirit's
moving
Today's
a
time
for
grief
Because
each
and
every
one
of
us
have
felt
his
incredible
reach
Hands
that
only
sought
peace
endeavoured
to
teach
Or
protect
the
innocents,
at
the
very
least
Subjects,
his
children,
his
home,
his
kingdom
Fought
for
what
little
security
he
could
bring
them
Even
in
exile
his
power
remained
Until
today,
lotus
flowers
scattered
on
the
pavement
He
was
so
gracious,
patient
and
serene
Generous
and
sensitive
to
his
people's
needs
In
dark
times
the
father
king
thought
of
their
interests
Now
he's
gone
in
a
cloud
of
pagoda
incense
He
was
the
father
And
we
the
children
Loved
like
a
martyr
The
king
has
left
the
building
He
was
the
father
And
now
his
spirit's
moving
Carried
on
the
wings
of
a
Garuda
He
was
the
father
And
we
the
children
Loved
like
a
martyr
The
king
has
left
the
building
He
was
the
father
And
now
his
spirit's
moving
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