Song | Angelic Visions |
Artist | Inner Shrine |
Album | Fallen Beauty |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Liotti, Moretti | |
Mother, I'm lying in the dust... | |
I've forgotten what | |
I am I don't know what | |
I'll be The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk | |
Along impassable paths | |
I've roamed and now | |
I sense the end | |
A never grown child comes back to you | |
A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time ...to search a new way without you | |
Desolated, alone...in the shadows of loneliness he stares | |
Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel | |
Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm | |
Fallen in the mud he lays crying...a handful of dead leaves in his hand ...lurking to reach the statue...to touch his lost love only once more... | |
Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand | |
Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day | |
My flesh and my spirit finally chilled | |
Now I face the end... | |
I'm part of you... | |
I'm lost with you in an eternal embrace | |
The final shine of this light eternal...the spiritual union at the end | |
Welcome my sweet child...don't cry my son, because you have suffered too much...don't cry... your mother forever with you shall be |
zuo qu : Liotti, Moretti | |
Mother, I' m lying in the dust... | |
I' ve forgotten what | |
I am I don' t know what | |
I' ll be The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk | |
Along impassable paths | |
I' ve roamed and now | |
I sense the end | |
A never grown child comes back to you | |
A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time ... to search a new way without you | |
Desolated, alone... in the shadows of loneliness he stares | |
Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel | |
Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm | |
Fallen in the mud he lays crying... a handful of dead leaves in his hand ... lurking to reach the statue... to touch his lost love only once more... | |
Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand | |
Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day | |
My flesh and my spirit finally chilled | |
Now I face the end... | |
I' m part of you... | |
I' m lost with you in an eternal embrace | |
The final shine of this light eternal... the spiritual union at the end | |
Welcome my sweet child... don' t cry my son, because you have suffered too much... don' t cry... your mother forever with you shall be |
zuò qǔ : Liotti, Moretti | |
Mother, I' m lying in the dust... | |
I' ve forgotten what | |
I am I don' t know what | |
I' ll be The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk | |
Along impassable paths | |
I' ve roamed and now | |
I sense the end | |
A never grown child comes back to you | |
A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time ... to search a new way without you | |
Desolated, alone... in the shadows of loneliness he stares | |
Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel | |
Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm | |
Fallen in the mud he lays crying... a handful of dead leaves in his hand ... lurking to reach the statue... to touch his lost love only once more... | |
Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand | |
Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day | |
My flesh and my spirit finally chilled | |
Now I face the end... | |
I' m part of you... | |
I' m lost with you in an eternal embrace | |
The final shine of this light eternal... the spiritual union at the end | |
Welcome my sweet child... don' t cry my son, because you have suffered too much... don' t cry... your mother forever with you shall be |