The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
When we look up the fields are white the fields are white with harvest in the morning light And mountain ranges one by one rise red beneath our harvest moon And mountain ranges one by one Rise red beneath our harvest moon Rise red beneath our harvest moon When we look up the mountain ranges rise beneath, the moon and fields are white
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow