Song | My Orphanage |
Artist | Rasputina |
Album | Cabin Fever |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Creager | |
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years. | |
I am made to eat this horrid porridge. | |
They box me on the ears. | |
How often | |
I vow to flee, to go. | |
But this is the only home | |
I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
Like that case, this place | |
I carry Inside of me. | |
It's not so very heavy for a stocky child. | |
They said my mama's loose. | |
They said she was wild. | |
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. | |
My strange and puffy moon-like face, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
My stringy hair, my lack of grace, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I could have been lucky like them | |
Happy families | |
Look in my | |
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see: | |
The downcast glance, the empty embrace | |
Of my orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I'm an evil thing. | |
I am way full of something | |
That was left by the side of the road. | |
I am chipped, curly-lipped. | |
Never any kindness was shown. | |
No one else is here, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Dear. It's in me. | |
It's a part. | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Heart. |
zuo qu : Creager | |
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years. | |
I am made to eat this horrid porridge. | |
They box me on the ears. | |
How often | |
I vow to flee, to go. | |
But this is the only home | |
I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
Like that case, this place | |
I carry Inside of me. | |
It' s not so very heavy for a stocky child. | |
They said my mama' s loose. | |
They said she was wild. | |
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. | |
My strange and puffy moonlike face, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
My stringy hair, my lack of grace, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I could have been lucky like them | |
Happy families | |
Look in my | |
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see: | |
The downcast glance, the empty embrace | |
Of my orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I' m an evil thing. | |
I am way full of something | |
That was left by the side of the road. | |
I am chipped, curlylipped. | |
Never any kindness was shown. | |
No one else is here, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Dear. It' s in me. | |
It' s a part. | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Heart. |
zuò qǔ : Creager | |
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years. | |
I am made to eat this horrid porridge. | |
They box me on the ears. | |
How often | |
I vow to flee, to go. | |
But this is the only home | |
I know. My stammered speech, my one suitcase, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
Like that case, this place | |
I carry Inside of me. | |
It' s not so very heavy for a stocky child. | |
They said my mama' s loose. | |
They said she was wild. | |
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. | |
My strange and puffy moonlike face, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
My stringy hair, my lack of grace, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I could have been lucky like them | |
Happy families | |
Look in my | |
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see: | |
The downcast glance, the empty embrace | |
Of my orphanage, | |
My hateful place. | |
I' m an evil thing. | |
I am way full of something | |
That was left by the side of the road. | |
I am chipped, curlylipped. | |
Never any kindness was shown. | |
No one else is here, | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Dear. It' s in me. | |
It' s a part. | |
My Orphanage, | |
My Heart. |