Song | Little Water Song |
Artist | Ute Lemper |
Album | Punishing Kiss |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cave, Pisek | |
Under here, you just take my breath away | |
Under here, the water flows over my head | |
I can hear the little fishes | |
Under here whispering your most terrible name | |
Under here, they've given me starfish for eyes | |
And your head is a big red balloon | |
Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest | |
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats | |
And yes, you take my breath away | |
Look at my hair, as it waves and waves | |
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair | |
Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles | |
Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud | |
And under here my dreams are made of water | |
And, Sir, you just take my breath away | |
For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high | |
With stones and I cannot breathe | |
And tiny little fishes enter me | |
Under here, I am made ready | |
And under here, I am washed clean | |
And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you |
zuo qu : Cave, Pisek | |
Under here, you just take my breath away | |
Under here, the water flows over my head | |
I can hear the little fishes | |
Under here whispering your most terrible name | |
Under here, they' ve given me starfish for eyes | |
And your head is a big red balloon | |
Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest | |
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats | |
And yes, you take my breath away | |
Look at my hair, as it waves and waves | |
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair | |
Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles | |
Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud | |
And under here my dreams are made of water | |
And, Sir, you just take my breath away | |
For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high | |
With stones and I cannot breathe | |
And tiny little fishes enter me | |
Under here, I am made ready | |
And under here, I am washed clean | |
And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you |
zuò qǔ : Cave, Pisek | |
Under here, you just take my breath away | |
Under here, the water flows over my head | |
I can hear the little fishes | |
Under here whispering your most terrible name | |
Under here, they' ve given me starfish for eyes | |
And your head is a big red balloon | |
Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest | |
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats | |
And yes, you take my breath away | |
Look at my hair, as it waves and waves | |
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair | |
Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles | |
Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud | |
And under here my dreams are made of water | |
And, Sir, you just take my breath away | |
For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high | |
With stones and I cannot breathe | |
And tiny little fishes enter me | |
Under here, I am made ready | |
And under here, I am washed clean | |
And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you |