Song | Cuckoo Spitting Blood |
Artist | Anathallo |
Album | Floating World |
作曲 : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
Oh, night set on when | |
I fell down | |
In the corner of the field. | |
Cuckoo, I too sang, | |
Spit the blood of welling thougohts. | |
Waking with a hundred grains. | |
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs. | |
I could not face you. | |
Since I don't know my father, | |
I won't be a son. | |
In morning when words rise up | |
Like the echo of a stone axe, | |
Some demon in me wants to rise up | |
And walk away. | |
When I am alone in the day. | |
At night when | |
I am going without clothes | |
I see your knees where | |
I would sit, | |
The purple chair, | |
Golden trim hedged 'round. | |
I hid myself underneath my father | |
With the robes of a son. | |
In the morning when words rose up | |
Like the echo of a stone axe. | |
Some demon in me crawled out | |
And ran away. | |
I remember when | |
I took the gifts | |
Asking you for everything, | |
Throw your name in the well. | |
I sink, and sink. |
zuò qǔ : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
Oh, night set on when | |
I fell down | |
In the corner of the field. | |
Cuckoo, I too sang, | |
Spit the blood of welling thougohts. | |
Waking with a hundred grains. | |
Salt stains ringing ' round my legs. | |
I could not face you. | |
Since I don' t know my father, | |
I won' t be a son. | |
In morning when words rise up | |
Like the echo of a stone axe, | |
Some demon in me wants to rise up | |
And walk away. | |
When I am alone in the day. | |
At night when | |
I am going without clothes | |
I see your knees where | |
I would sit, | |
The purple chair, | |
Golden trim hedged ' round. | |
I hid myself underneath my father | |
With the robes of a son. | |
In the morning when words rose up | |
Like the echo of a stone axe. | |
Some demon in me crawled out | |
And ran away. | |
I remember when | |
I took the gifts | |
Asking you for everything, | |
Throw your name in the well. | |
I sink, and sink. |