Song | Why Must We Die |
Artist | Kate & Anna McGarrigle |
Album | Matapedia |
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作曲 : McGarrigle, McGarrigle ... | |
We are meat, we are spirit, | |
We have blood and we have grace, | |
We have a will and we have muscle, | |
A soul and a face, | |
Why must we die? | |
We have eyes and intuition, | |
A DNA code and a name. | |
Some tend to logic, some superstition, | |
We have an aura and a frame. | |
Why must we die? | |
We are human, we are angel, | |
We have feet and wish for wings. | |
We are carbon, we are ether, | |
We are saints, we are kings. | |
Why must we die? | |
Why must we die? | |
We are men of constant sorrow, | |
We'll have trouble all our days. | |
We never found our El Dorado | |
Where we were born. | |
We are meat, we are spirit ... | |
We are men of constant sorrow ... |
zuo qu : McGarrigle, McGarrigle ... | |
We are meat, we are spirit, | |
We have blood and we have grace, | |
We have a will and we have muscle, | |
A soul and a face, | |
Why must we die? | |
We have eyes and intuition, | |
A DNA code and a name. | |
Some tend to logic, some superstition, | |
We have an aura and a frame. | |
Why must we die? | |
We are human, we are angel, | |
We have feet and wish for wings. | |
We are carbon, we are ether, | |
We are saints, we are kings. | |
Why must we die? | |
Why must we die? | |
We are men of constant sorrow, | |
We' ll have trouble all our days. | |
We never found our El Dorado | |
Where we were born. | |
We are meat, we are spirit ... | |
We are men of constant sorrow ... |
zuò qǔ : McGarrigle, McGarrigle ... | |
We are meat, we are spirit, | |
We have blood and we have grace, | |
We have a will and we have muscle, | |
A soul and a face, | |
Why must we die? | |
We have eyes and intuition, | |
A DNA code and a name. | |
Some tend to logic, some superstition, | |
We have an aura and a frame. | |
Why must we die? | |
We are human, we are angel, | |
We have feet and wish for wings. | |
We are carbon, we are ether, | |
We are saints, we are kings. | |
Why must we die? | |
Why must we die? | |
We are men of constant sorrow, | |
We' ll have trouble all our days. | |
We never found our El Dorado | |
Where we were born. | |
We are meat, we are spirit ... | |
We are men of constant sorrow ... |