Song | Elongo |
Artist | Bedouin Soundclash |
Album | Light The Horizon |
作曲 : Malinowski | |
The last of some bad debris, | |
Falls through the coconut trees, | |
Twilight claims me, | |
Inching calmly. | |
Through restaurant radios, | |
Came a calypso, | |
Stood with elongo, | |
Inside a shadow. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
from here to san pedro, | |
we draw lines in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Will youth come and go, | |
Singing the songs they know, | |
Like Mother Teresa | |
And Vishnu Siddhartha | |
And you fly paper planes, | |
A cow wake is where they lay, | |
The roots of your family, | |
The guns of your history. | |
Eloongo, how longo, | |
From here to san pedro, | |
We draw lines in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home, | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Is it sailing away, | |
Or am I waiting in vain? | |
Do you break all your chains, | |
For it to all wash away. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro, | |
We draw maps in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home, | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro | |
We draw lines in the sands, | |
We draw lines in the sands. |
zuò qǔ : Malinowski | |
The last of some bad debris, | |
Falls through the coconut trees, | |
Twilight claims me, | |
Inching calmly. | |
Through restaurant radios, | |
Came a calypso, | |
Stood with elongo, | |
Inside a shadow. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
from here to san pedro, | |
we draw lines in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Will youth come and go, | |
Singing the songs they know, | |
Like Mother Teresa | |
And Vishnu Siddhartha | |
And you fly paper planes, | |
A cow wake is where they lay, | |
The roots of your family, | |
The guns of your history. | |
Eloongo, how longo, | |
From here to san pedro, | |
We draw lines in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home, | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Is it sailing away, | |
Or am I waiting in vain? | |
Do you break all your chains, | |
For it to all wash away. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro, | |
We draw maps in the sand. | |
Elongo, how long though, | |
Until we will get back home, | |
The sun is setting low. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro. | |
Elongo, how longo, | |
From here to San Pedro | |
We draw lines in the sands, | |
We draw lines in the sands. |