| 作词 : Olivier Sicaud/Sebastien Biola | |
| 作曲 : Nonsense | |
| We knew this day would come to us. | |
| Our eyes are wide-open now, petrified. We stare powerless at the end of the story, of all we ever knew. // | |
| Wolves have been howling for days. The gods have gone away, leaving the signs unseen, like ancient traces under the filth. // | |
| And now we understand what is yet to come. // | |
| Sun is up on every shadow. So vain to run away. Time of truth. No more lies. No procrastination. Eradicate the denial. // | |
| It’s over. Paralyzed into the quicksand, motion’s slowing down. | |
| Strokes and doubts will ever rule our feelings and without us, earth can go on. // | |
| Finally we can the light at the end of the tunnel. Blinding, corrosive, it brings us down. // | |
| [Does anyone care for me now?] | |
| Too late, too weak for resistance. From now on we’re fired. // | |
| Far away from innocent time. Time to pay for egos and pride. | |
| Our taste for lies and our failures are bleeding through what’s left of our dying eyes. // | |
| Made of stone, cursed by the sun, this way is ending here. // | |
| This world’s gonna change and escape sadness spilling over. Every day is worse than the last. Love can’t live. // | |
| Cannot make peace and cry. A new life is born, away from our tragic fate. // | |
| Cannot sooth anything. No more chance to make amends. Time fo face the unknown. // | |
| So vain to run away. Don’t fight it. It will be over soon… |
| zuo ci : Olivier Sicaud Sebastien Biola | |
| zuo qu : Nonsense | |
| We knew this day would come to us. | |
| Our eyes are wideopen now, petrified. We stare powerless at the end of the story, of all we ever knew. | |
| Wolves have been howling for days. The gods have gone away, leaving the signs unseen, like ancient traces under the filth. | |
| And now we understand what is yet to come. | |
| Sun is up on every shadow. So vain to run away. Time of truth. No more lies. No procrastination. Eradicate the denial. | |
| It' s over. Paralyzed into the quicksand, motion' s slowing down. | |
| Strokes and doubts will ever rule our feelings and without us, earth can go on. | |
| Finally we can the light at the end of the tunnel. Blinding, corrosive, it brings us down. | |
| Does anyone care for me now? | |
| Too late, too weak for resistance. From now on we' re fired. | |
| Far away from innocent time. Time to pay for egos and pride. | |
| Our taste for lies and our failures are bleeding through what' s left of our dying eyes. | |
| Made of stone, cursed by the sun, this way is ending here. | |
| This world' s gonna change and escape sadness spilling over. Every day is worse than the last. Love can' t live. | |
| Cannot make peace and cry. A new life is born, away from our tragic fate. | |
| Cannot sooth anything. No more chance to make amends. Time fo face the unknown. | |
| So vain to run away. Don' t fight it. It will be over soon |
| zuò cí : Olivier Sicaud Sebastien Biola | |
| zuò qǔ : Nonsense | |
| We knew this day would come to us. | |
| Our eyes are wideopen now, petrified. We stare powerless at the end of the story, of all we ever knew. | |
| Wolves have been howling for days. The gods have gone away, leaving the signs unseen, like ancient traces under the filth. | |
| And now we understand what is yet to come. | |
| Sun is up on every shadow. So vain to run away. Time of truth. No more lies. No procrastination. Eradicate the denial. | |
| It' s over. Paralyzed into the quicksand, motion' s slowing down. | |
| Strokes and doubts will ever rule our feelings and without us, earth can go on. | |
| Finally we can the light at the end of the tunnel. Blinding, corrosive, it brings us down. | |
| Does anyone care for me now? | |
| Too late, too weak for resistance. From now on we' re fired. | |
| Far away from innocent time. Time to pay for egos and pride. | |
| Our taste for lies and our failures are bleeding through what' s left of our dying eyes. | |
| Made of stone, cursed by the sun, this way is ending here. | |
| This world' s gonna change and escape sadness spilling over. Every day is worse than the last. Love can' t live. | |
| Cannot make peace and cry. A new life is born, away from our tragic fate. | |
| Cannot sooth anything. No more chance to make amends. Time fo face the unknown. | |
| So vain to run away. Don' t fight it. It will be over soon |
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