| Song | Ida, My - normal |
| Artist | Annuals |
| Album | Be He Me |
| 作曲 : Baker | |
| Chords, and coins, and restless poems end up slander. | |
| When my baby is born there will surely be a lasting shore. | |
| Listless birds perch in soft, green herds, tickling the wind. | |
| With fall they will sleep with parched, swollen throats, and I've done nothing. | |
| But, with spring I will propagate their thirst to blinding eyes. | |
| Blinding eyes. | |
| Planting seeds can't be the only way, the only way. | |
| Planting seeds can't be the only way out. | |
| Planting seeds can't be the only way to find a simple day, a simpler way |
| zuò qǔ : Baker | |
| Chords, and coins, and restless poems end up slander. | |
| When my baby is born there will surely be a lasting shore. | |
| Listless birds perch in soft, green herds, tickling the wind. | |
| With fall they will sleep with parched, swollen throats, and I' ve done nothing. | |
| But, with spring I will propagate their thirst to blinding eyes. | |
| Blinding eyes. | |
| Planting seeds can' t be the only way, the only way. | |
| Planting seeds can' t be the only way out. | |
| Planting seeds can' t be the only way to find a simple day, a simpler way |