| Song | Cardinal Brigade |
| Artist | Josh Woodward |
| Album | Only Whispering |
| 作曲 : Woodward | |
| On the terrace, by the flower bed he waits | |
| The purple berries, extending down into the gates | |
| And from the garden, he gives a sign and it begins | |
| A crimson army, it floods the sky with feathers flailing | |
| Step back, and cover your wings | |
| And shuffle your body in circles | |
| Downtown, this sweet serenade | |
| Call in the cardinal brigade | |
| The trembled whistle, it calls the messenger around | |
| The fields of thistle, overflowing on the ground | |
| A quiet rustle, the dry leaf crackle on the grass | |
| And from the bustle is heard the cracking of the glass | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Woodward | |
| On the terrace, by the flower bed he waits | |
| The purple berries, extending down into the gates | |
| And from the garden, he gives a sign and it begins | |
| A crimson army, it floods the sky with feathers flailing | |
| Step back, and cover your wings | |
| And shuffle your body in circles | |
| Downtown, this sweet serenade | |
| Call in the cardinal brigade | |
| The trembled whistle, it calls the messenger around | |
| The fields of thistle, overflowing on the ground | |
| A quiet rustle, the dry leaf crackle on the grass | |
| And from the bustle is heard the cracking of the glass | |
| Chorus |