Song | Caucasian Tales |
Artist | Darkwood |
Album | Ins Dunkle Land |
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作曲 : Darkwood | |
作词 : Darkwood | |
Caucasian Tales | |
The spring time brings a scent so sweet | |
A scent of life in times of need | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
The smoke rises, ash descends | |
We stoke the fire with trembling hands | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
And summer's passing | |
And we're waiting | |
Knowing death is drawing near | |
And in our valley | |
Of our torrent | |
There is nothing left but fear | |
And mist is rising from the field | |
A hazy breath that cuts like steel | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In leafs and rain on stony ground | |
...and leafs are falling to the ground | |
We wander through the break of dawn | |
Remaining in silence despite all scorn | |
The river flows and we will drown ourselves | |
The river flows and we will drown | |
In snow that's falling to the ground | |
In snow that's falling to the ground | |
...and snow is falling to the ground | |
Tossed and torn without a sound |
zuo qu : Darkwood | |
zuo ci : Darkwood | |
Caucasian Tales | |
The spring time brings a scent so sweet | |
A scent of life in times of need | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
The smoke rises, ash descends | |
We stoke the fire with trembling hands | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
And summer' s passing | |
And we' re waiting | |
Knowing death is drawing near | |
And in our valley | |
Of our torrent | |
There is nothing left but fear | |
And mist is rising from the field | |
A hazy breath that cuts like steel | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In leafs and rain on stony ground | |
... and leafs are falling to the ground | |
We wander through the break of dawn | |
Remaining in silence despite all scorn | |
The river flows and we will drown ourselves | |
The river flows and we will drown | |
In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
... and snow is falling to the ground | |
Tossed and torn without a sound |
zuò qǔ : Darkwood | |
zuò cí : Darkwood | |
Caucasian Tales | |
The spring time brings a scent so sweet | |
A scent of life in times of need | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
From petals falling to the ground | |
The smoke rises, ash descends | |
We stoke the fire with trembling hands | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
In ashes falling to the ground | |
And summer' s passing | |
And we' re waiting | |
Knowing death is drawing near | |
And in our valley | |
Of our torrent | |
There is nothing left but fear | |
And mist is rising from the field | |
A hazy breath that cuts like steel | |
The river flows and I will drown myself | |
The river flows and I will drown | |
In leafs and rain on stony ground | |
... and leafs are falling to the ground | |
We wander through the break of dawn | |
Remaining in silence despite all scorn | |
The river flows and we will drown ourselves | |
The river flows and we will drown | |
In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
... and snow is falling to the ground | |
Tossed and torn without a sound |