歌曲 | Naked Hands |
歌手 | Astarte |
专辑 | Rise from Within |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Wondering hands, the trees! | |
The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
Gathered to kiss the ground's hunger. | |
Extatic hate upon man's reply. | |
The war against human instinct. | |
I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
Still I watch the sky | |
I see within a cry. | |
For what we fear! | |
For the why we leave! | |
Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
The symbol of life | |
The black sign of the sky. | |
A last leaf of a tree, | |
The only breath left. | |
Questions have been made to give no answers | |
On the hill | |
I gaze the fortress | |
It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
But precious for those who know the way. | |
Still! I watch the sky, | |
I see without wanting to cry. | |
For what we still believe, | |
For the reason we live |
zuo qu : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Wondering hands, the trees! | |
The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
Gathered to kiss the ground' s hunger. | |
Extatic hate upon man' s reply. | |
The war against human instinct. | |
I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
Still I watch the sky | |
I see within a cry. | |
For what we fear! | |
For the why we leave! | |
Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
The symbol of life | |
The black sign of the sky. | |
A last leaf of a tree, | |
The only breath left. | |
Questions have been made to give no answers | |
On the hill | |
I gaze the fortress | |
It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
But precious for those who know the way. | |
Still! I watch the sky, | |
I see without wanting to cry. | |
For what we still believe, | |
For the reason we live |
zuò qǔ : Astarte, Tristessa | |
Wondering hands, the trees! | |
The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
Gathered to kiss the ground' s hunger. | |
Extatic hate upon man' s reply. | |
The war against human instinct. | |
I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
Still I watch the sky | |
I see within a cry. | |
For what we fear! | |
For the why we leave! | |
Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
The symbol of life | |
The black sign of the sky. | |
A last leaf of a tree, | |
The only breath left. | |
Questions have been made to give no answers | |
On the hill | |
I gaze the fortress | |
It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
But precious for those who know the way. | |
Still! I watch the sky, | |
I see without wanting to cry. | |
For what we still believe, | |
For the reason we live |