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 |