| Song | Credo Cigalia |
| Artist | Mirah |
| Album | Share This Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hanson, Zeitlyn | |
| I sing clattering all the summer long | |
| You've no choice but to listen to my song | |
| I express so stridently | |
| The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me | |
| One of millions | |
| Imperturbably I'll sing my credo with not a moment's falter | |
| Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back | |
| Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack | |
| Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree | |
| I drink my fill | |
| Side by side both sexes find the nectar that flows within the floor | |
| Picture me, a vaulted canopy | |
| They can't say for an organ two or three | |
| Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop | |
| Oscillations | |
| Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church | |
| Find you brash my vociferous avows | |
| My ardor offends the silence you espouse | |
| Hail harvest time you reap your wheat | |
| And by the time you eat it I'll be obsolete | |
| Such a short life | |
| Seventeen or three or more I've waited so long to greet the sun | |
| So let me have my fun |
| zuo ci : Hanson, Zeitlyn | |
| I sing clattering all the summer long | |
| You' ve no choice but to listen to my song | |
| I express so stridently | |
| The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me | |
| One of millions | |
| Imperturbably I' ll sing my credo with not a moment' s falter | |
| Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back | |
| Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack | |
| Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree | |
| I drink my fill | |
| Side by side both sexes find the nectar that flows within the floor | |
| Picture me, a vaulted canopy | |
| They can' t say for an organ two or three | |
| Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop | |
| Oscillations | |
| Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church | |
| Find you brash my vociferous avows | |
| My ardor offends the silence you espouse | |
| Hail harvest time you reap your wheat | |
| And by the time you eat it I' ll be obsolete | |
| Such a short life | |
| Seventeen or three or more I' ve waited so long to greet the sun | |
| So let me have my fun |
| zuò cí : Hanson, Zeitlyn | |
| I sing clattering all the summer long | |
| You' ve no choice but to listen to my song | |
| I express so stridently | |
| The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me | |
| One of millions | |
| Imperturbably I' ll sing my credo with not a moment' s falter | |
| Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back | |
| Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack | |
| Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree | |
| I drink my fill | |
| Side by side both sexes find the nectar that flows within the floor | |
| Picture me, a vaulted canopy | |
| They can' t say for an organ two or three | |
| Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop | |
| Oscillations | |
| Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church | |
| Find you brash my vociferous avows | |
| My ardor offends the silence you espouse | |
| Hail harvest time you reap your wheat | |
| And by the time you eat it I' ll be obsolete | |
| Such a short life | |
| Seventeen or three or more I' ve waited so long to greet the sun | |
| So let me have my fun |