| Song | Automatic Imperfection |
| Artist | Marlango |
| Album | Automatic Imperfection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alejandro Pelayo & Leonor Watling | |
| There are children playing on the manpost | |
| 'tending they are kids | |
| They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees | |
| Into this grass built for them | |
| This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares | |
| Full of shops and signs, | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| There are lovers kissing on their arms | |
| Pretending they are stars | |
| Well sometimes when I'm tired | |
| I waste my wishes in city lights | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Every lie and every law | |
| Don't convince me as much as when | |
| Somehow sometimes when you miss this city | |
| Smell real life | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes |
| zuo qu : Alejandro Pelayo Leonor Watling | |
| There are children playing on the manpost | |
| ' tending they are kids | |
| They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees | |
| Into this grass built for them | |
| This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares | |
| Full of shops and signs, | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| There are lovers kissing on their arms | |
| Pretending they are stars | |
| Well sometimes when I' m tired | |
| I waste my wishes in city lights | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Every lie and every law | |
| Don' t convince me as much as when | |
| Somehow sometimes when you miss this city | |
| Smell real life | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes |
| zuò qǔ : Alejandro Pelayo Leonor Watling | |
| There are children playing on the manpost | |
| ' tending they are kids | |
| They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees | |
| Into this grass built for them | |
| This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares | |
| Full of shops and signs, | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| There are lovers kissing on their arms | |
| Pretending they are stars | |
| Well sometimes when I' m tired | |
| I waste my wishes in city lights | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| All the lies behind the curtains | |
| Every rule in conversation | |
| Every lie and every law | |
| Don' t convince me as much as when | |
| Somehow sometimes when you miss this city | |
| Smell real life | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes, somehow | |
| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights | |
| And it works out | |
| It works out | |
| Sometimes |