Song | Hope Among The Heartless - Hope Among The Heartless |
Artist | Vanishing Point |
Album | The Fourth Season |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Massaro, Porcianko ... | |
Si muove con vento. | |
In questo mondo. | |
Si vede la vita. | |
Nel buio cuore | |
Hopeless enemy, soulless energy, | |
Empty synergy, inside you and me. | |
Are we searching for new hope among the Heartless. | |
Are we finding peace and life, beyond closed Eyes. | |
Are we seeking a new hope among the heartless. | |
Will we understand when all we know is fear. | |
In you and I, life has gone by, saturated, | |
Inundated change we deny. | |
Descent, innocence, truth is the consequence. | |
This breath of life breathes full of pain, | |
Is it all too late. | |
Purify, realize, do we await a lost sunrise. | |
This machine turns full of hate. | |
We destroy what we create. |
zuo qu : Massaro, Porcianko ... | |
Si muove con vento. | |
In questo mondo. | |
Si vede la vita. | |
Nel buio cuore | |
Hopeless enemy, soulless energy, | |
Empty synergy, inside you and me. | |
Are we searching for new hope among the Heartless. | |
Are we finding peace and life, beyond closed Eyes. | |
Are we seeking a new hope among the heartless. | |
Will we understand when all we know is fear. | |
In you and I, life has gone by, saturated, | |
Inundated change we deny. | |
Descent, innocence, truth is the consequence. | |
This breath of life breathes full of pain, | |
Is it all too late. | |
Purify, realize, do we await a lost sunrise. | |
This machine turns full of hate. | |
We destroy what we create. |
zuò qǔ : Massaro, Porcianko ... | |
Si muove con vento. | |
In questo mondo. | |
Si vede la vita. | |
Nel buio cuore | |
Hopeless enemy, soulless energy, | |
Empty synergy, inside you and me. | |
Are we searching for new hope among the Heartless. | |
Are we finding peace and life, beyond closed Eyes. | |
Are we seeking a new hope among the heartless. | |
Will we understand when all we know is fear. | |
In you and I, life has gone by, saturated, | |
Inundated change we deny. | |
Descent, innocence, truth is the consequence. | |
This breath of life breathes full of pain, | |
Is it all too late. | |
Purify, realize, do we await a lost sunrise. | |
This machine turns full of hate. | |
We destroy what we create. |