作曲 : Lindgren, Löf, Väänänen | |
Yesterday never died - it just went into hiding | |
It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake | |
Hidden in the woods of my time | |
There was no path to follow, but | |
I found my way | |
I had been lost for long | |
Forlorn in the woods | |
I knew so well | |
I didn't quite know what | |
I was looking for | |
But still | |
I found it - or did it find me? | |
I couldn't see a way to this place | |
But from where | |
I stand now | |
I can see it all. | |
I can see how bright the stars shine at night. | |
I can see how the sun wakes life from it's slumber | |
And I see how the snow cradles it back to sleep again. | |
I see my way back home but | |
I never want to leave this place. |
zuo qu : Lindgren, L f, V n nen | |
Yesterday never died it just went into hiding | |
It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake | |
Hidden in the woods of my time | |
There was no path to follow, but | |
I found my way | |
I had been lost for long | |
Forlorn in the woods | |
I knew so well | |
I didn' t quite know what | |
I was looking for | |
But still | |
I found it or did it find me? | |
I couldn' t see a way to this place | |
But from where | |
I stand now | |
I can see it all. | |
I can see how bright the stars shine at night. | |
I can see how the sun wakes life from it' s slumber | |
And I see how the snow cradles it back to sleep again. | |
I see my way back home but | |
I never want to leave this place. |
zuò qǔ : Lindgren, L f, V n nen | |
Yesterday never died it just went into hiding | |
It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake | |
Hidden in the woods of my time | |
There was no path to follow, but | |
I found my way | |
I had been lost for long | |
Forlorn in the woods | |
I knew so well | |
I didn' t quite know what | |
I was looking for | |
But still | |
I found it or did it find me? | |
I couldn' t see a way to this place | |
But from where | |
I stand now | |
I can see it all. | |
I can see how bright the stars shine at night. | |
I can see how the sun wakes life from it' s slumber | |
And I see how the snow cradles it back to sleep again. | |
I see my way back home but | |
I never want to leave this place. |