Amsterdam 1740
๐ต 1408 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:30 duration
๐ ID: 11718561
๐ Lyrics
It's so cold that the ink is freezing in my pen as I write
It's called little ice age
And there's nothing to keep us warm at night
The people are riding horse-drawn sleighs on the frozen canals
And the poor sccumb in this city's barren
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
A hundred horses couldn't break it
and there is still nothing to quench our thirst
The water's brought from far away
because the ice that we got here's cursed
Come join us banished wanderers
We know that co-operation is first
We'll look down, when they come around
When they take our neighbours we'll let them be taken
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
The hunger of a heartless war
will make us desperate enough to sell our souls
And most of us will obey the invaders
while Resistance hides in the holes
And later Liberators find the women lusting for their treats
The big freeze of my century
Trillions of lost souls curled up in dark holes
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
It's called little ice age
And there's nothing to keep us warm at night
The people are riding horse-drawn sleighs on the frozen canals
And the poor sccumb in this city's barren
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
A hundred horses couldn't break it
and there is still nothing to quench our thirst
The water's brought from far away
because the ice that we got here's cursed
Come join us banished wanderers
We know that co-operation is first
We'll look down, when they come around
When they take our neighbours we'll let them be taken
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
The hunger of a heartless war
will make us desperate enough to sell our souls
And most of us will obey the invaders
while Resistance hides in the holes
And later Liberators find the women lusting for their treats
The big freeze of my century
Trillions of lost souls curled up in dark holes
We sang like nightingales
And the committe lined their pockets
The women plied to their trade
And all the weak drank well
To travelers they sell holy rewards
For just a few humble coins
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.87] It's so cold that the ink is freezing in my pen as I write
[00:28.03] It's called little ice age
[00:30.87] And there's nothing to keep us warm at night
[00:37.63] The people are riding horse-drawn sleighs on the frozen canals
[00:46.43] And the poor sccumb in this city's barren
[00:52.96] We sang like nightingales
[00:56.67] And the committe lined their pockets
[00:59.51] The women plied to their trade
[01:01.71] And all the weak drank well
[01:05.23] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[01:08.08] For just a few humble coins
[01:20.32] A hundred horses couldn't break it
[01:23.07] and there is still nothing to quench our thirst
[01:29.56] The water's brought from far away
[01:32.75] because the ice that we got here's cursed
[01:38.32] Come join us banished wanderers
[01:41.32] We know that co-operation is first
[01:46.48] We'll look down, when they come around
[01:50.55] When they take our neighbours we'll let them be taken
[01:55.20] We sang like nightingales
[01:58.71] And the committe lined their pockets
[02:01.19] The women plied to their trade
[02:03.03] And all the weak drank well
[02:05.67] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[02:09.03] For just a few humble coins
[02:29.31] The hunger of a heartless war
[02:32.43] will make us desperate enough to sell our souls
[02:37.80] And most of us will obey the invaders
[02:40.91] while Resistance hides in the holes
[02:46.08] And later Liberators find the women lusting for their treats
[02:53.15] The big freeze of my century
[02:57.48] Trillions of lost souls curled up in dark holes
[03:01.55] We sang like nightingales
[03:04.79] And the committe lined their pockets
[03:07.39] The women plied to their trade
[03:09.20] And all the weak drank well
[03:11.40] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[03:14.75] For just a few humble coins
[03:17.59]
[00:28.03] It's called little ice age
[00:30.87] And there's nothing to keep us warm at night
[00:37.63] The people are riding horse-drawn sleighs on the frozen canals
[00:46.43] And the poor sccumb in this city's barren
[00:52.96] We sang like nightingales
[00:56.67] And the committe lined their pockets
[00:59.51] The women plied to their trade
[01:01.71] And all the weak drank well
[01:05.23] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[01:08.08] For just a few humble coins
[01:20.32] A hundred horses couldn't break it
[01:23.07] and there is still nothing to quench our thirst
[01:29.56] The water's brought from far away
[01:32.75] because the ice that we got here's cursed
[01:38.32] Come join us banished wanderers
[01:41.32] We know that co-operation is first
[01:46.48] We'll look down, when they come around
[01:50.55] When they take our neighbours we'll let them be taken
[01:55.20] We sang like nightingales
[01:58.71] And the committe lined their pockets
[02:01.19] The women plied to their trade
[02:03.03] And all the weak drank well
[02:05.67] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[02:09.03] For just a few humble coins
[02:29.31] The hunger of a heartless war
[02:32.43] will make us desperate enough to sell our souls
[02:37.80] And most of us will obey the invaders
[02:40.91] while Resistance hides in the holes
[02:46.08] And later Liberators find the women lusting for their treats
[02:53.15] The big freeze of my century
[02:57.48] Trillions of lost souls curled up in dark holes
[03:01.55] We sang like nightingales
[03:04.79] And the committe lined their pockets
[03:07.39] The women plied to their trade
[03:09.20] And all the weak drank well
[03:11.40] To travelers they sell holy rewards
[03:14.75] For just a few humble coins
[03:17.59]