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作曲 : Engel |
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The Russians are going |
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The Russians are going |
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Departing like merchants |
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Dragging the contours |
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Into the never settling |
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Snow |
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Behold not a possum |
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Nothing to sneeze at |
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A rouble left |
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Spinning |
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Rouble keeps |
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Spinning |
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Oh where is |
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A sombre |
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Reverie? |
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Fingered |
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But I won't |
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Be soiled |
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I won't beg |
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Or lift |
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My |
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Voice |
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And I won't |
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Be soiled |
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The sun will never |
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Rise |
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But I will see |
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It |
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Spilling down |
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The slave ships |
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Cross the bay |
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A tear will never |
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Fall |
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But I will feel |
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It |
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Gliding on the |
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Cheekless |
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Gliding on the |
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Cheekless |
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Please |
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Cut her to |
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Ribbons again |
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Long flowing |
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Ribbons again |
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I'm wearing |
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The wire |
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On the outside |
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Grows the furside |
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On the inside |
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Grows the skinside |
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So the furside |
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Is the outside |
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And the skinside |
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Is the inside |
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Oneside likes the |
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Skinside inside |
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And the furside |
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On the outside |
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Others like the |
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Skinside outside |
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And the furside |
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On the inside |
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If you turn the |
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Skinside inside |
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Thinking you will |
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Side with that |
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Side then the |
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Softside fursides |
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Inside which |
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Some argue is |
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The wrong side |
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If you turn the |
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Furside outside |
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As you say it |
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Grows on that side |
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Then your outsides |
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Next to skinside |
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Which becomforts |
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Not the right side |
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Where do the |
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Sewers go? |
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They gotta go |
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Somewhere |
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I know they |
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Can't empty |
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Into the |
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Sea |
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Gotta go |
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Somewhere |
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Wherever the |
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Sewers go |
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That's where |
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You'll find |
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It |
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Soaring the |
|
Darkness of |
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A life |
|
It is the |
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Dagger |
|
Not the |
|
Knife |
|
Fingered |
|
But I won't |
|
Be soiled |
|
I won't beg |
|
Or lift |
|
My |
|
Voice |
|
And I won't |
|
Be soiled |
|
Early birds |
|
Will not |
|
Resolve |
|
The issue |
|
As runners |
|
Leap to |
|
Fly |
|
Tree climbers |
|
Glide to |
|
Ground |
|
Night without |
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A star |
|
Is what a |
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Night is |
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And for me |
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A glass |
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To bring |
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The stars |
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Around |
|
At the |
|
Roadsides |
|
Carts are |
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Piling up |
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With corpses |
|
And breath |
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Just keeps on |
|
Flowing |
|
Up ahead |
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In the |
|
Shadow |
|
A bootleg |
|
Is hooking |
|
Please |
|
Cut her to |
|
Ribbons again |
|
The Russians |
|
Are going |
|
The Russians |
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Are going |
|
I'm wearing |
|
The wire |
|
Fire |
|
Without |
|
Smoke |
|
Smoke |
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Without |
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Fire. |
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zuo qu : Engel |
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The Russians are going |
|
The Russians are going |
|
Departing like merchants |
|
Dragging the contours |
|
Into the never settling |
|
Snow |
|
Behold not a possum |
|
Nothing to sneeze at |
|
A rouble left |
|
Spinning |
|
Rouble keeps |
|
Spinning |
|
Oh where is |
|
A sombre |
|
Reverie? |
|
Fingered |
|
But I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
I won' t beg |
|
Or lift |
|
My |
|
Voice |
|
And I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
The sun will never |
|
Rise |
|
But I will see |
|
It |
|
Spilling down |
|
The slave ships |
|
Cross the bay |
|
A tear will never |
|
Fall |
|
But I will feel |
|
It |
|
Gliding on the |
|
Cheekless |
|
Gliding on the |
|
Cheekless |
|
Please |
|
Cut her to |
|
Ribbons again |
|
Long flowing |
|
Ribbons again |
|
I' m wearing |
|
The wire |
|
On the outside |
|
Grows the furside |
|
On the inside |
|
Grows the skinside |
|
So the furside |
|
Is the outside |
|
And the skinside |
|
Is the inside |
|
Oneside likes the |
|
Skinside inside |
|
And the furside |
|
On the outside |
|
Others like the |
|
Skinside outside |
|
And the furside |
|
On the inside |
|
If you turn the |
|
Skinside inside |
|
Thinking you will |
|
Side with that |
|
Side then the |
|
Softside fursides |
|
Inside which |
|
Some argue is |
|
The wrong side |
|
If you turn the |
|
Furside outside |
|
As you say it |
|
Grows on that side |
|
Then your outsides |
|
Next to skinside |
|
Which becomforts |
|
Not the right side |
|
Where do the |
|
Sewers go? |
|
They gotta go |
|
Somewhere |
|
I know they |
|
Can' t empty |
|
Into the |
|
Sea |
|
Gotta go |
|
Somewhere |
|
Wherever the |
|
Sewers go |
|
That' s where |
|
You' ll find |
|
It |
|
Soaring the |
|
Darkness of |
|
A life |
|
It is the |
|
Dagger |
|
Not the |
|
Knife |
|
Fingered |
|
But I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
I won' t beg |
|
Or lift |
|
My |
|
Voice |
|
And I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
Early birds |
|
Will not |
|
Resolve |
|
The issue |
|
As runners |
|
Leap to |
|
Fly |
|
Tree climbers |
|
Glide to |
|
Ground |
|
Night without |
|
A star |
|
Is what a |
|
Night is |
|
And for me |
|
A glass |
|
To bring |
|
The stars |
|
Around |
|
At the |
|
Roadsides |
|
Carts are |
|
Piling up |
|
With corpses |
|
And breath |
|
Just keeps on |
|
Flowing |
|
Up ahead |
|
In the |
|
Shadow |
|
A bootleg |
|
Is hooking |
|
Please |
|
Cut her to |
|
Ribbons again |
|
The Russians |
|
Are going |
|
The Russians |
|
Are going |
|
I' m wearing |
|
The wire |
|
Fire |
|
Without |
|
Smoke |
|
Smoke |
|
Without |
|
Fire. |
|
zuò qǔ : Engel |
|
The Russians are going |
|
The Russians are going |
|
Departing like merchants |
|
Dragging the contours |
|
Into the never settling |
|
Snow |
|
Behold not a possum |
|
Nothing to sneeze at |
|
A rouble left |
|
Spinning |
|
Rouble keeps |
|
Spinning |
|
Oh where is |
|
A sombre |
|
Reverie? |
|
Fingered |
|
But I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
I won' t beg |
|
Or lift |
|
My |
|
Voice |
|
And I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
The sun will never |
|
Rise |
|
But I will see |
|
It |
|
Spilling down |
|
The slave ships |
|
Cross the bay |
|
A tear will never |
|
Fall |
|
But I will feel |
|
It |
|
Gliding on the |
|
Cheekless |
|
Gliding on the |
|
Cheekless |
|
Please |
|
Cut her to |
|
Ribbons again |
|
Long flowing |
|
Ribbons again |
|
I' m wearing |
|
The wire |
|
On the outside |
|
Grows the furside |
|
On the inside |
|
Grows the skinside |
|
So the furside |
|
Is the outside |
|
And the skinside |
|
Is the inside |
|
Oneside likes the |
|
Skinside inside |
|
And the furside |
|
On the outside |
|
Others like the |
|
Skinside outside |
|
And the furside |
|
On the inside |
|
If you turn the |
|
Skinside inside |
|
Thinking you will |
|
Side with that |
|
Side then the |
|
Softside fursides |
|
Inside which |
|
Some argue is |
|
The wrong side |
|
If you turn the |
|
Furside outside |
|
As you say it |
|
Grows on that side |
|
Then your outsides |
|
Next to skinside |
|
Which becomforts |
|
Not the right side |
|
Where do the |
|
Sewers go? |
|
They gotta go |
|
Somewhere |
|
I know they |
|
Can' t empty |
|
Into the |
|
Sea |
|
Gotta go |
|
Somewhere |
|
Wherever the |
|
Sewers go |
|
That' s where |
|
You' ll find |
|
It |
|
Soaring the |
|
Darkness of |
|
A life |
|
It is the |
|
Dagger |
|
Not the |
|
Knife |
|
Fingered |
|
But I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
I won' t beg |
|
Or lift |
|
My |
|
Voice |
|
And I won' t |
|
Be soiled |
|
Early birds |
|
Will not |
|
Resolve |
|
The issue |
|
As runners |
|
Leap to |
|
Fly |
|
Tree climbers |
|
Glide to |
|
Ground |
|
Night without |
|
A star |
|
Is what a |
|
Night is |
|
And for me |
|
A glass |
|
To bring |
|
The stars |
|
Around |
|
At the |
|
Roadsides |
|
Carts are |
|
Piling up |
|
With corpses |
|
And breath |
|
Just keeps on |
|
Flowing |
|
Up ahead |
|
In the |
|
Shadow |
|
A bootleg |
|
Is hooking |
|
Please |
|
Cut her to |
|
Ribbons again |
|
The Russians |
|
Are going |
|
The Russians |
|
Are going |
|
I' m wearing |
|
The wire |
|
Fire |
|
Without |
|
Smoke |
|
Smoke |
|
Without |
|
Fire. |
