Song | Somewhere In Nowhere |
Artist | Candlemass |
Album | Tales Of Creation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Edlin | |
My friend from above | |
Between those clouds | |
We stand and watch | |
Our mind is greeting us | |
Bubbles of a clear day | |
And the green plateu of anger | |
A field, not a rice field | |
We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
The river is floating under our feet | |
The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
Are searching | |
No clouds in the sky | |
The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream) | |
A dive into the mirage | |
Straight-angled death | |
That instigates the air to reduce | |
The stench of my heart dies | |
I bury it in my selfishness | |
The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting | |
A raging fear - when the truth is near | |
Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer |
zuo ci : Edlin | |
My friend from above | |
Between those clouds | |
We stand and watch | |
Our mind is greeting us | |
Bubbles of a clear day | |
And the green plateu of anger | |
A field, not a rice field | |
We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
The river is floating under our feet | |
The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
Are searching | |
No clouds in the sky | |
The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
Worship of the omnipotent sun I dream | |
A dive into the mirage | |
Straightangled death | |
That instigates the air to reduce | |
The stench of my heart dies | |
I bury it in my selfishness | |
The pain of not knowing a tense waiting | |
A raging fear when the truth is near | |
Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
Under the leaven tree we wait for the answer |
zuò cí : Edlin | |
My friend from above | |
Between those clouds | |
We stand and watch | |
Our mind is greeting us | |
Bubbles of a clear day | |
And the green plateu of anger | |
A field, not a rice field | |
We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
The river is floating under our feet | |
The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
Are searching | |
No clouds in the sky | |
The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
Worship of the omnipotent sun I dream | |
A dive into the mirage | |
Straightangled death | |
That instigates the air to reduce | |
The stench of my heart dies | |
I bury it in my selfishness | |
The pain of not knowing a tense waiting | |
A raging fear when the truth is near | |
Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
Under the leaven tree we wait for the answer |