Song | We Must Look |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Jacques |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brel, Buck | |
Behind the dirt | |
Sprawled before us | |
Behind narrow eyes | |
And faces of fat | |
Beyond those hands | |
Opened or closed | |
That strain in vain | |
Nor raise thier fists | |
Further than frontiers | |
That barb our path | |
Further than misery | |
We must look | |
We must look at | |
What is beauty | |
The grey sky or blue | |
The women by the stream | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow's sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow's sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
Beyond the concert | |
Of sobbs and tears | |
Of cries of anger | |
Of men in fear | |
Beyond the din of | |
Streets and singers | |
Of warning sirens | |
Of swearing porters | |
Stronger than children | |
Who recount the wars | |
And stronger than | |
The great who've made us make them | |
We must listen to | |
The bird in the wood | |
The murmer of summer | |
The rising of blood | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
We must listen | |
We must look |
zuo ci : Brel, Buck | |
Behind the dirt | |
Sprawled before us | |
Behind narrow eyes | |
And faces of fat | |
Beyond those hands | |
Opened or closed | |
That strain in vain | |
Nor raise thier fists | |
Further than frontiers | |
That barb our path | |
Further than misery | |
We must look | |
We must look at | |
What is beauty | |
The grey sky or blue | |
The women by the stream | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow' s sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow' s sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
Beyond the concert | |
Of sobbs and tears | |
Of cries of anger | |
Of men in fear | |
Beyond the din of | |
Streets and singers | |
Of warning sirens | |
Of swearing porters | |
Stronger than children | |
Who recount the wars | |
And stronger than | |
The great who' ve made us make them | |
We must listen to | |
The bird in the wood | |
The murmer of summer | |
The rising of blood | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
We must listen | |
We must look |
zuò cí : Brel, Buck | |
Behind the dirt | |
Sprawled before us | |
Behind narrow eyes | |
And faces of fat | |
Beyond those hands | |
Opened or closed | |
That strain in vain | |
Nor raise thier fists | |
Further than frontiers | |
That barb our path | |
Further than misery | |
We must look | |
We must look at | |
What is beauty | |
The grey sky or blue | |
The women by the stream | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow' s sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
The faithful friend | |
Tomorrow' s sun | |
The fly to the swallow | |
The boat that returns | |
Beyond the concert | |
Of sobbs and tears | |
Of cries of anger | |
Of men in fear | |
Beyond the din of | |
Streets and singers | |
Of warning sirens | |
Of swearing porters | |
Stronger than children | |
Who recount the wars | |
And stronger than | |
The great who' ve made us make them | |
We must listen to | |
The bird in the wood | |
The murmer of summer | |
The rising of blood | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
The mother soft songs | |
The childrens prayer | |
And the noise of the earth | |
Gently falling to sleep | |
We must listen | |
We must look |