Song | Should the Rain Fall |
Artist | Morten Harket |
Album | Letter from Egypt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harket, Olsen | |
作词 : Olsen | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
The clouds are empty now inside of me | |
And in a way somehow I am free | |
Another mountain there to climb | |
But I won't look back just to see where I turned blind | |
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings | |
this is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that's flowed | |
Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And is has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
Goodbye love you almost broke my wings | |
This is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that's flowed | |
Takes no colour of green when spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And it has no face | |
Well it has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
Should the rain fall after this |
zuo qu : Harket, Olsen | |
zuo ci : Olsen | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It' ll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
The clouds are empty now inside of me | |
And in a way somehow I am free | |
Another mountain there to climb | |
But I won' t look back just to see where I turned blind | |
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings | |
this is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that' s flowed | |
Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And is has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It' ll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
Goodbye love you almost broke my wings | |
This is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that' s flowed | |
Takes no colour of green when spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And it has no face | |
Well it has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
Should the rain fall after this |
zuò qǔ : Harket, Olsen | |
zuò cí : Olsen | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It' ll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
The clouds are empty now inside of me | |
And in a way somehow I am free | |
Another mountain there to climb | |
But I won' t look back just to see where I turned blind | |
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings | |
this is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that' s flowed | |
Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And is has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
And should the rain fall after this | |
It' ll leave no colour on the things I miss | |
Goodbye love you almost broke my wings | |
This is my goodbye to that little thing | |
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow | |
Takes no light where the sunshine flows | |
Takes no damage by the stones I throw | |
Takes no distance out of this lonely road | |
Has no taste of the wine that' s flowed | |
Takes no colour of green when spring explodes | |
Takes no red where the leaves fill the road | |
And it has no face | |
Well it has no face | |
Got no face that I know | |
Should the rain fall after this |