Song | A Man of Nomadic Traits |
Artist | Pendragon |
Album | Acoustically Challenged |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barrett | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
A Bedouin of wandering fate | |
To cross the deserts to the sea | |
Where my soul becomes the sea and me | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
Ruled by numbers by figures and by facts | |
To free the self made prison | |
From the darkness and the rats | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don't you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there's nobody listening at all | |
And so this story has no end | |
Man's search for true enlightenment | |
Where others see reality | |
Is a mirage that I clearly see | |
I sometimes wonder who's right and who's wrong | |
In this crazy world I don't belong | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don't you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there's nobody listening at all | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And wandering fate though people's lives | |
Be strong and wise | |
Look with kind and gentle eyes |
zuo ci : Barrett | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
A Bedouin of wandering fate | |
To cross the deserts to the sea | |
Where my soul becomes the sea and me | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
Ruled by numbers by figures and by facts | |
To free the self made prison | |
From the darkness and the rats | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don' t you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there' s nobody listening at all | |
And so this story has no end | |
Man' s search for true enlightenment | |
Where others see reality | |
Is a mirage that I clearly see | |
I sometimes wonder who' s right and who' s wrong | |
In this crazy world I don' t belong | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don' t you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there' s nobody listening at all | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And wandering fate though people' s lives | |
Be strong and wise | |
Look with kind and gentle eyes |
zuò cí : Barrett | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
A Bedouin of wandering fate | |
To cross the deserts to the sea | |
Where my soul becomes the sea and me | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
Ruled by numbers by figures and by facts | |
To free the self made prison | |
From the darkness and the rats | |
At times a bird at times a child | |
Sometimes animal sometimes wild | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don' t you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there' s nobody listening at all | |
And so this story has no end | |
Man' s search for true enlightenment | |
Where others see reality | |
Is a mirage that I clearly see | |
I sometimes wonder who' s right and who' s wrong | |
In this crazy world I don' t belong | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And Bedouin sisters are saving me | |
You reap what you sow | |
And in time don' t you know | |
When wisdom comes to call | |
If there' s nobody listening at all | |
I am a man of nomadic traits | |
And wandering fate though people' s lives | |
Be strong and wise | |
Look with kind and gentle eyes |