作词 : Stefano Cominale | |
作曲 : Luca Romano | |
Millions and millions of days ago | |
On hot nights | |
Wolves of the valley howled their battle cries | |
Perhaps to frighten the beasts | |
Before visiting them at dawn | |
Perhaps to look more ferocious than they were | |
On cold days, however | |
They laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
They wanted to feel part of the game | |
They wanted to feel alive | |
Those miserable wolves howled their battle cries | |
Milions and milions of days ago | |
Those wolves laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
Those miserable wolves cried with the fear of being left alone | |
In a world that saw them as more vicious villains than all cruel animals combined | |
Sheeps and rabbits, ducks and frogs, mice, children and their mothers | |
They all laughed with a great ferocity |
zuo ci : Stefano Cominale | |
zuo qu : Luca Romano | |
Millions and millions of days ago | |
On hot nights | |
Wolves of the valley howled their battle cries | |
Perhaps to frighten the beasts | |
Before visiting them at dawn | |
Perhaps to look more ferocious than they were | |
On cold days, however | |
They laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
They wanted to feel part of the game | |
They wanted to feel alive | |
Those miserable wolves howled their battle cries | |
Milions and milions of days ago | |
Those wolves laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
Those miserable wolves cried with the fear of being left alone | |
In a world that saw them as more vicious villains than all cruel animals combined | |
Sheeps and rabbits, ducks and frogs, mice, children and their mothers | |
They all laughed with a great ferocity |
zuò cí : Stefano Cominale | |
zuò qǔ : Luca Romano | |
Millions and millions of days ago | |
On hot nights | |
Wolves of the valley howled their battle cries | |
Perhaps to frighten the beasts | |
Before visiting them at dawn | |
Perhaps to look more ferocious than they were | |
On cold days, however | |
They laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
They wanted to feel part of the game | |
They wanted to feel alive | |
Those miserable wolves howled their battle cries | |
Milions and milions of days ago | |
Those wolves laid down | |
On wet mud they howled in the fog | |
Those miserable wolves cried with the fear of being left alone | |
In a world that saw them as more vicious villains than all cruel animals combined | |
Sheeps and rabbits, ducks and frogs, mice, children and their mothers | |
They all laughed with a great ferocity |