Song | Strange Lands |
Artist | Catt |
Album | Moon |
作词 : Catharina Schorling | |
作曲 : Catharina Schorling | |
I’m fixing the wideness alone in a view | |
The colours much softer I remembered | |
I’m passing the landscapes through opening blue | |
And follow the call nothing matters | |
The bound was made from the day I was born | |
From the day I first walked on my own | |
Yet the first step I took on strange lands | |
Once whispered I’ll never come back | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Returning from strange lands I almost forgot | |
The shapes and the smell of the pureness | |
Still burning inside of this leathery skin | |
The waters still waving to hold me | |
The bound was made from the day I was born | |
From the day I first walked on my own | |
Yet the first step I took on strange lands | |
Once whispered I’ll never come back | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark |
zuò cí : Catharina Schorling | |
zuò qǔ : Catharina Schorling | |
I' m fixing the wideness alone in a view | |
The colours much softer I remembered | |
I' m passing the landscapes through opening blue | |
And follow the call nothing matters | |
The bound was made from the day I was born | |
From the day I first walked on my own | |
Yet the first step I took on strange lands | |
Once whispered I' ll never come back | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Returning from strange lands I almost forgot | |
The shapes and the smell of the pureness | |
Still burning inside of this leathery skin | |
The waters still waving to hold me | |
The bound was made from the day I was born | |
From the day I first walked on my own | |
Yet the first step I took on strange lands | |
Once whispered I' ll never come back | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark | |
Alone in this lonely paradise | |
I thought I could easily survive | |
The breathing is easy | |
But aging is hard | |
You still shut your eyes from the dark |