Count Grassi's Passage Over Piedmont Lyrics
| Song | Count Grassi's Passage Over Piedmont |
| Artist | The Divine Comedy |
| Album | Victory For The Comic Muse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hannon | |
| Below the Po rolls slow from Alps to Adriatic Sea | |
| Blow old bellows, blow | |
| Take us where you will | |
| Padua, Genoa, Corsica, Catalonia, O Segovia | |
| O unfathomable firmament. | |
| That we should set a course between the two | |
| Clinging only to our orb of blue and red | |
| Like Romanovs to a Faberge egg | |
| Push Sisyphus, push | |
| Heave our sphere into the heavens. | |
| If I'm to die then let it be in summertime | |
| In a manner of my own choosing | |
| To fall from a great height | |
| On a warm July afternoon | |
| Liverwurst, Battenburg, Emmenthall, Syllabub, Muscadet | |
| Throw it all away | |
| We need more height | |
| O Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles | |
| And live to fight another day. | |
| Go back from whence you came the swallows cry | |
| You've corrupted and befouled the ground you walk upon | |
| And now you come to poison the skies | |
| Please friends, forgive this brief intrusion. |
| zuo ci : Hannon | |
| Below the Po rolls slow from Alps to Adriatic Sea | |
| Blow old bellows, blow | |
| Take us where you will | |
| Padua, Genoa, Corsica, Catalonia, O Segovia | |
| O unfathomable firmament. | |
| That we should set a course between the two | |
| Clinging only to our orb of blue and red | |
| Like Romanovs to a Faberge egg | |
| Push Sisyphus, push | |
| Heave our sphere into the heavens. | |
| If I' m to die then let it be in summertime | |
| In a manner of my own choosing | |
| To fall from a great height | |
| On a warm July afternoon | |
| Liverwurst, Battenburg, Emmenthall, Syllabub, Muscadet | |
| Throw it all away | |
| We need more height | |
| O Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles | |
| And live to fight another day. | |
| Go back from whence you came the swallows cry | |
| You' ve corrupted and befouled the ground you walk upon | |
| And now you come to poison the skies | |
| Please friends, forgive this brief intrusion. |
| zuò cí : Hannon | |
| Below the Po rolls slow from Alps to Adriatic Sea | |
| Blow old bellows, blow | |
| Take us where you will | |
| Padua, Genoa, Corsica, Catalonia, O Segovia | |
| O unfathomable firmament. | |
| That we should set a course between the two | |
| Clinging only to our orb of blue and red | |
| Like Romanovs to a Faberge egg | |
| Push Sisyphus, push | |
| Heave our sphere into the heavens. | |
| If I' m to die then let it be in summertime | |
| In a manner of my own choosing | |
| To fall from a great height | |
| On a warm July afternoon | |
| Liverwurst, Battenburg, Emmenthall, Syllabub, Muscadet | |
| Throw it all away | |
| We need more height | |
| O Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles | |
| And live to fight another day. | |
| Go back from whence you came the swallows cry | |
| You' ve corrupted and befouled the ground you walk upon | |
| And now you come to poison the skies | |
| Please friends, forgive this brief intrusion. |
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