Song | The Leading Bird |
Artist | Markéta Irglová |
Album | Live From San Francisco |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:20.156] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild, |
[00:29.893] | Tall and grand, lush in hand. |
[00:39.401] | They bend in air as man in prayer. |
[00:49.150] | I’m weaving through, trying to get to you. |
[01:00.653] | I’m running past birds of dawn, |
[01:09.410] | They sing like heaven, they’re leading on. |
[01:17.640] | Yet I don’t see slow motioned wings, |
[01:26.900] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won. |
[01:36.898] | White as snow silk-feathered doves. |
[01:46.397] | Eternal glow, they easily know. |
[01:57.903] | That life is grand in all its shapes, |
[02:06.657] | whether it gives, whether it takes. |
[02:14.641] | That I am you, you are me, and |
[02:24.907] | Loving grace can set us free, |
[02:34.604] | From sprinting far, above, beyond, |
[02:42.352] | Being our own strong magic wand. |
[03:59.108] | I’m pushing through, though knowing this, |
[04:09.108] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss, |
[04:18.350] | I’ll get there soon and dwell there some, |
[04:29.597] | Till it’s time for the next cloud to come. |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:20.156] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild, |
[00:29.893] | Tall and grand, lush in hand. |
[00:39.401] | They bend in air as man in prayer. |
[00:49.150] | I' m weaving through, trying to get to you. |
[01:00.653] | I' m running past birds of dawn, |
[01:09.410] | They sing like heaven, they' re leading on. |
[01:17.640] | Yet I don' t see slow motioned wings, |
[01:26.900] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won. |
[01:36.898] | White as snow silkfeathered doves. |
[01:46.397] | Eternal glow, they easily know. |
[01:57.903] | That life is grand in all its shapes, |
[02:06.657] | whether it gives, whether it takes. |
[02:14.641] | That I am you, you are me, and |
[02:24.907] | Loving grace can set us free, |
[02:34.604] | From sprinting far, above, beyond, |
[02:42.352] | Being our own strong magic wand. |
[03:59.108] | I' m pushing through, though knowing this, |
[04:09.108] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss, |
[04:18.350] | I' ll get there soon and dwell there some, |
[04:29.597] | Till it' s time for the next cloud to come. |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Irglova, Marketa |
[00:20.156] | Clouds descend on grass grown wild, |
[00:29.893] | Tall and grand, lush in hand. |
[00:39.401] | They bend in air as man in prayer. |
[00:49.150] | I' m weaving through, trying to get to you. |
[01:00.653] | I' m running past birds of dawn, |
[01:09.410] | They sing like heaven, they' re leading on. |
[01:17.640] | Yet I don' t see slow motioned wings, |
[01:26.900] | Like gold in sun, how it could be won. |
[01:36.898] | White as snow silkfeathered doves. |
[01:46.397] | Eternal glow, they easily know. |
[01:57.903] | That life is grand in all its shapes, |
[02:06.657] | whether it gives, whether it takes. |
[02:14.641] | That I am you, you are me, and |
[02:24.907] | Loving grace can set us free, |
[02:34.604] | From sprinting far, above, beyond, |
[02:42.352] | Being our own strong magic wand. |
[03:59.108] | I' m pushing through, though knowing this, |
[04:09.108] | Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss, |
[04:18.350] | I' ll get there soon and dwell there some, |
[04:29.597] | Till it' s time for the next cloud to come. |