[00:00.00] | 作词 : Martenson, Traditional |
[00:23.52] | Still searching for my way,the right way to be |
[00:33.70] | still pondering what I've done |
[00:39.67] | I'm still thinking what I've said,still finding from within |
[00:51.76] | and all that I know is still not enough |
[01:00.46] | I'm being held by the one |
[01:04.57] | shadow tormenting my soul |
[01:10.15] | the curving neck of a swan |
[01:14.21] | the slow turning of a birds head |
[01:19.26] | So white its plumes and feathers |
[01:23.69] | its breast like the moon in water |
[01:29.11] | silent and tranquil it moves |
[01:34.52] | on the river in the calm |
[02:04.97] | I wander back on familiar roads |
[02:09.36] | I sense the marks I left on the hills |
[02:13.98] | I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds |
[02:18.48] | they make me muse on life |
[02:43.72] | Up the hill and the mountain |
[02:47.59] | I look back,I look down |
[02:53.18] | there flows the River of Death |
[02:57.85] | and here the wind in my hair |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Martenson, Traditional |
[00:23.52] | Still searching for my way, the right way to be |
[00:33.70] | still pondering what I' ve done |
[00:39.67] | I' m still thinking what I' ve said, still finding from within |
[00:51.76] | and all that I know is still not enough |
[01:00.46] | I' m being held by the one |
[01:04.57] | shadow tormenting my soul |
[01:10.15] | the curving neck of a swan |
[01:14.21] | the slow turning of a birds head |
[01:19.26] | So white its plumes and feathers |
[01:23.69] | its breast like the moon in water |
[01:29.11] | silent and tranquil it moves |
[01:34.52] | on the river in the calm |
[02:04.97] | I wander back on familiar roads |
[02:09.36] | I sense the marks I left on the hills |
[02:13.98] | I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds |
[02:18.48] | they make me muse on life |
[02:43.72] | Up the hill and the mountain |
[02:47.59] | I look back, I look down |
[02:53.18] | there flows the River of Death |
[02:57.85] | and here the wind in my hair |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Martenson, Traditional |
[00:23.52] | Still searching for my way, the right way to be |
[00:33.70] | still pondering what I' ve done |
[00:39.67] | I' m still thinking what I' ve said, still finding from within |
[00:51.76] | and all that I know is still not enough |
[01:00.46] | I' m being held by the one |
[01:04.57] | shadow tormenting my soul |
[01:10.15] | the curving neck of a swan |
[01:14.21] | the slow turning of a birds head |
[01:19.26] | So white its plumes and feathers |
[01:23.69] | its breast like the moon in water |
[01:29.11] | silent and tranquil it moves |
[01:34.52] | on the river in the calm |
[02:04.97] | I wander back on familiar roads |
[02:09.36] | I sense the marks I left on the hills |
[02:13.98] | I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds |
[02:18.48] | they make me muse on life |
[02:43.72] | Up the hill and the mountain |
[02:47.59] | I look back, I look down |
[02:53.18] | there flows the River of Death |
[02:57.85] | and here the wind in my hair |