| Song | The Beloved's Cry |
| Artist | Orphaned Land |
| Album | Beloveds Cry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Farhi, Miasnikov ... | |
| My heart flies on her wings | |
| Now I'm crying, the moon so red | |
| Tomorrow shall be yet another hell | |
| To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed | |
| Blows pass me (I'm) down them | |
| I do not feel | |
| Anything except the shadow is real | |
| Why did she do it ? | |
| Why did she die ? | |
| How could she leave without saying goodbye ? | |
| She has proven my life to be just a lie | |
| When sea waves crush they hit me hard | |
| But I do not feel them | |
| And then reality is no more real to me | |
| I ask myself, should | |
| I end it now | |
| And join her at last ? | |
| I miss the cold embrace of lust | |
| There's nothing left, just a dust | |
| Nothing is left from my dearest love |
| zuo qu : Farhi, Miasnikov ... | |
| My heart flies on her wings | |
| Now I' m crying, the moon so red | |
| Tomorrow shall be yet another hell | |
| To the sun, the sky' s soul is fed | |
| Blows pass me I' m down them | |
| I do not feel | |
| Anything except the shadow is real | |
| Why did she do it ? | |
| Why did she die ? | |
| How could she leave without saying goodbye ? | |
| She has proven my life to be just a lie | |
| When sea waves crush they hit me hard | |
| But I do not feel them | |
| And then reality is no more real to me | |
| I ask myself, should | |
| I end it now | |
| And join her at last ? | |
| I miss the cold embrace of lust | |
| There' s nothing left, just a dust | |
| Nothing is left from my dearest love |
| zuò qǔ : Farhi, Miasnikov ... | |
| My heart flies on her wings | |
| Now I' m crying, the moon so red | |
| Tomorrow shall be yet another hell | |
| To the sun, the sky' s soul is fed | |
| Blows pass me I' m down them | |
| I do not feel | |
| Anything except the shadow is real | |
| Why did she do it ? | |
| Why did she die ? | |
| How could she leave without saying goodbye ? | |
| She has proven my life to be just a lie | |
| When sea waves crush they hit me hard | |
| But I do not feel them | |
| And then reality is no more real to me | |
| I ask myself, should | |
| I end it now | |
| And join her at last ? | |
| I miss the cold embrace of lust | |
| There' s nothing left, just a dust | |
| Nothing is left from my dearest love |