| Song | One Thousand Memories |
| Artist | Sadist |
| Album | Sadist |
| 作曲 : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| I lived my full life like a rainy river | |
| I kissed the ground and all its brothers | |
| I drank salt water, ate fishes and sand | |
| Today I'm a sailor of many seas | |
| Tomorrow a naked priest | |
| My legs are friends that shared | |
| One thousand journeys to Hell | |
| My knees remember the way | |
| One thousand journeys to Hell | |
| I kissed unloved women and paid their naked bodies | |
| I spat anger without a reason | |
| And rested in an unlocked room | |
| Come inside my friend just stop and have a rest | |
| Here I am, the man of the earth | |
| I saw everything I could | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories of mine | |
| I cried as a real man does | |
| I whispered feelings at a low voice | |
| By myself in front of the fire | |
| A quiet life, free as the flight | |
| Of a bird which gives me its welcome | |
| 'till my beard turns white | |
| I'm still thinking of you | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories of mine |
| zuò qǔ : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| I lived my full life like a rainy river | |
| I kissed the ground and all its brothers | |
| I drank salt water, ate fishes and sand | |
| Today I' m a sailor of many seas | |
| Tomorrow a naked priest | |
| My legs are friends that shared | |
| One thousand journeys to Hell | |
| My knees remember the way | |
| One thousand journeys to Hell | |
| I kissed unloved women and paid their naked bodies | |
| I spat anger without a reason | |
| And rested in an unlocked room | |
| Come inside my friend just stop and have a rest | |
| Here I am, the man of the earth | |
| I saw everything I could | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories of mine | |
| I cried as a real man does | |
| I whispered feelings at a low voice | |
| By myself in front of the fire | |
| A quiet life, free as the flight | |
| Of a bird which gives me its welcome | |
| ' till my beard turns white | |
| I' m still thinking of you | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories | |
| Dark water runs and drags one thousand memories of mine |