作词 : Edlund, Petersson | |
The smell of flowers, the smell of grace | |
If I could only find such a wonderful place | |
The place not known before you die | |
A paradise above the skies | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly | |
If I close my eyes I see it clear | |
The visions are whispering in my ears | |
The smell of pain, the smell of death | |
The odour that is my last breath | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly |
zuo ci : Edlund, Petersson | |
The smell of flowers, the smell of grace | |
If I could only find such a wonderful place | |
The place not known before you die | |
A paradise above the skies | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly | |
If I close my eyes I see it clear | |
The visions are whispering in my ears | |
The smell of pain, the smell of death | |
The odour that is my last breath | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly |
zuò cí : Edlund, Petersson | |
The smell of flowers, the smell of grace | |
If I could only find such a wonderful place | |
The place not known before you die | |
A paradise above the skies | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly | |
If I close my eyes I see it clear | |
The visions are whispering in my ears | |
The smell of pain, the smell of death | |
The odour that is my last breath | |
The smell of incense takes me high | |
Way up high where eagles fly |