| 歌曲 | Lulu's Song |
| 歌手 | Vaya Con Dios |
| 专辑 | Vaya Con Dios |
| 作曲 : Balfe, Klein, Schoufs | |
| MUSIC: D. Schoufs | |
| LYRICS: D. Schoovaerts/U. Balfe | |
| Chains she wears like a crown | |
| For to slavery bound | |
| From the day they have met | |
| Chains that she's dragging around | |
| Never making a sound | |
| From the day she said 'yes' | |
| Chains, to keep her tied to the ground | |
| While he is slipping away | |
| Queen in a glorified cage | |
| With only silence to page | |
| The lonely night long | |
| Wait for the footsteps to fall | |
| For his voice in the hall | |
| Calling her name again | |
| Pray for all the sweetness long gone | |
| When all that's left is the pain | |
| Shame that she's keeping inside | |
| Hiding misery behind | |
| Fancy curtains of lace | |
| Vain, she's hoping in vain | |
| He would kindle the flame | |
| That once burned in his eyes | |
| Rain that beats like time on the pane | |
| When every second's the same | |
| Rain that beats like time on the pane | |
| When every secon's the same | |
| Woman, don't bury that heart of gold | |
| Behind a cold face of stone |
| zuò qǔ : Balfe, Klein, Schoufs | |
| MUSIC: D. Schoufs | |
| LYRICS: D. Schoovaerts U. Balfe | |
| Chains she wears like a crown | |
| For to slavery bound | |
| From the day they have met | |
| Chains that she' s dragging around | |
| Never making a sound | |
| From the day she said ' yes' | |
| Chains, to keep her tied to the ground | |
| While he is slipping away | |
| Queen in a glorified cage | |
| With only silence to page | |
| The lonely night long | |
| Wait for the footsteps to fall | |
| For his voice in the hall | |
| Calling her name again | |
| Pray for all the sweetness long gone | |
| When all that' s left is the pain | |
| Shame that she' s keeping inside | |
| Hiding misery behind | |
| Fancy curtains of lace | |
| Vain, she' s hoping in vain | |
| He would kindle the flame | |
| That once burned in his eyes | |
| Rain that beats like time on the pane | |
| When every second' s the same | |
| Rain that beats like time on the pane | |
| When every secon' s the same | |
| Woman, don' t bury that heart of gold | |
| Behind a cold face of stone |