China
In the month of May, in the glory of the dayCame the descendants of a hundred flowersAnd their fight it did begin with the aging MandarinAnd they fought with an extraordinary powerEveryone was smiling, their hearts were oneIn Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in BeijingCame just before the FallThere was no summer at allIn Tiananmen SquareChina... China
There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakesBut something is afoot in the People's HallThe spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai LingAnd the Emperor has his back against the wallBlack sun rising over Tiananmen SquareOver Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in BeijingCame just before the FallThere was no summer at allIn Tiananmen SquareChina... China
In the month of June, in the darkness of the moonWent the descendants of a hundred flowersAnd time may never tell how many of them fellLike the petals of a rose in some satanic showerEveryone was weeping in all of ChinaAnd Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in BeijingCame just before the FallThere was no summer at allIn Tiananmen SquareChina... China
And even the moon on the fourth day of JuneHid her face and did not seeBlack sun rising over Tiananmen Square
And Wang Wei Lin, you remember himAll alone he stood before the tanksA shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square
And my blue-eyed son, you had no oneYou could call a hero of your ageYou have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singingChina Shall Be FreeChina Shall Be FreeChina Shall Be Free