Song | Tables Are Turned |
Artist | Amon Düül |
Album | Carnival in Babylon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Karrer, Rogner | |
Above your head | |
Church bells explode | |
And you jump over fountains | |
And you don't see | |
The birds in the trees | |
They all have turned to the mountains | |
There is a snake in your bathroom | |
And a tiger at your door | |
And if you open up your mailbox | |
Locusts fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
But in your eyes | |
I see a sunbeam | |
Like the rising sun of dawn | |
On your finger's a ring of crystal | |
Like the cry of a flying swan | |
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow | |
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road | |
There is a tree in your bathroom | |
And a friend at your door | |
And if you open up the mailbox | |
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor |
zuo ci : Karrer, Rogner | |
Above your head | |
Church bells explode | |
And you jump over fountains | |
And you don' t see | |
The birds in the trees | |
They all have turned to the mountains | |
There is a snake in your bathroom | |
And a tiger at your door | |
And if you open up your mailbox | |
Locusts fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
But in your eyes | |
I see a sunbeam | |
Like the rising sun of dawn | |
On your finger' s a ring of crystal | |
Like the cry of a flying swan | |
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow | |
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road | |
There is a tree in your bathroom | |
And a friend at your door | |
And if you open up the mailbox | |
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor |
zuò cí : Karrer, Rogner | |
Above your head | |
Church bells explode | |
And you jump over fountains | |
And you don' t see | |
The birds in the trees | |
They all have turned to the mountains | |
There is a snake in your bathroom | |
And a tiger at your door | |
And if you open up your mailbox | |
Locusts fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
But in your eyes | |
I see a sunbeam | |
Like the rising sun of dawn | |
On your finger' s a ring of crystal | |
Like the cry of a flying swan | |
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow | |
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road | |
There is a tree in your bathroom | |
And a friend at your door | |
And if you open up the mailbox | |
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor | |
Fall on the floor, fall on the floor |