Song | Far Away In Baagad |
Artist | Jon & Vangelis |
Album | Short Stories |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson, Vangelis | |
T'was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
The dawning of the underworld. | |
All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
Features carved with colors raining all about | |
Then brightness of the morning sun | |
Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
Out so closely now. | |
King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
Lake of learning-learning t'wards the winds of | |
Everflowing ease. | |
Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
Never ever hide away | |
Far away in Baagad. | |
Far away in Baagad. |
zuo ci : Anderson, Vangelis | |
T' was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
The dawning of the underworld. | |
All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
Features carved with colors raining all about | |
Then brightness of the morning sun | |
Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
Out so closely now. | |
King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
Lake of learninglearning t' wards the winds of | |
Everflowing ease. | |
Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
Never ever hide away | |
Far away in Baagad. | |
Far away in Baagad. |
zuò cí : Anderson, Vangelis | |
T' was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
The dawning of the underworld. | |
All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
Features carved with colors raining all about | |
Then brightness of the morning sun | |
Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
Out so closely now. | |
King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
Lake of learninglearning t' wards the winds of | |
Everflowing ease. | |
Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
Never ever hide away | |
Far away in Baagad. | |
Far away in Baagad. |