A Boy Named Fly 歌词
| 歌曲 | A Boy Named Fly |
| 歌手 | Abydos |
| 专辑 | Little Boy's Heavy Metal Shadow Opera About The Inhabitants Of His Diary |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
| The freedom around my father's grave | |
| now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
| and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
| now buried under machines' roar - it is not a dream | |
| May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
| turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
| that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
| and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
| Now I was 13 months at sea | |
| And it feels like I'm coming home | |
| This port is a well-known place to me | |
| So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
| And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
| That all is one in all | |
| .... here in my Neverland | |
| Then the wind takes it all | |
| Under the sirens of the night | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| "Fly“ is a boy who sings for the world | |
| And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
| Destroys our hope | |
| For freedom we lost the peace | |
| And now it's just a little too late | |
| The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
| Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
| That I'm not afraid | |
| Something inside infecting our innocence | |
| Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
| Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
| and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Out there in the fields | |
| I see children play | |
| In a magic light | |
| On a rainy day | |
| And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
| Dancing with a man | |
| From another star | |
| And he brings us hope | |
| Says the little boy | |
| Heal the universe | |
| With a song of joy | |
| I'm afraid of the very end | |
| No one will flee from our Neverland | |
| How can I reach other river coasts | |
| Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
| Now I'm the king of all orchid dreams | |
| Dreams make us different human beings | |
| Who are you that I'm talking to | |
| Can't you see that everything is in you | |
| I see how the world is going down | |
| you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
| I see how the world is going down it's a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
| while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
| writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
| I slipped outside and saw nothing's like it seems | |
| You better know this we are not alone and just cats-paw on a string | |
| And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |
| zuo qu : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
| The freedom around my father' s grave | |
| now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
| and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
| now buried under machines' roar it is not a dream | |
| May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
| turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
| that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
| and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
| Now I was 13 months at sea | |
| And it feels like I' m coming home | |
| This port is a wellknown place to me | |
| So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
| And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
| That all is one in all | |
| .... here in my Neverland | |
| Then the wind takes it all | |
| Under the sirens of the night | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| " Fly" is a boy who sings for the world | |
| And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
| Destroys our hope | |
| For freedom we lost the peace | |
| And now it' s just a little too late | |
| The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
| Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
| That I' m not afraid | |
| Something inside infecting our innocence | |
| Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
| Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
| and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Out there in the fields | |
| I see children play | |
| In a magic light | |
| On a rainy day | |
| And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
| Dancing with a man | |
| From another star | |
| And he brings us hope | |
| Says the little boy | |
| Heal the universe | |
| With a song of joy | |
| I' m afraid of the very end | |
| No one will flee from our Neverland | |
| How can I reach other river coasts | |
| Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
| Now I' m the king of all orchid dreams | |
| Dreams make us different human beings | |
| Who are you that I' m talking to | |
| Can' t you see that everything is in you | |
| I see how the world is going down | |
| you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
| I see how the world is going down it' s a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
| while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
| writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
| I slipped outside and saw nothing' s like it seems | |
| You better know this we are not alone and just catspaw on a string | |
| And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |
| zuò qǔ : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
| The freedom around my father' s grave | |
| now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
| and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
| now buried under machines' roar it is not a dream | |
| May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
| turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
| that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
| and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
| Now I was 13 months at sea | |
| And it feels like I' m coming home | |
| This port is a wellknown place to me | |
| So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
| And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
| That all is one in all | |
| .... here in my Neverland | |
| Then the wind takes it all | |
| Under the sirens of the night | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| " Fly" is a boy who sings for the world | |
| And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
| Destroys our hope | |
| For freedom we lost the peace | |
| And now it' s just a little too late | |
| The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
| Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
| That I' m not afraid | |
| Something inside infecting our innocence | |
| Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
| Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
| I hear an ancient melody | |
| Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
| and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Out there in the fields | |
| I see children play | |
| In a magic light | |
| On a rainy day | |
| And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
| Dancing with a man | |
| From another star | |
| And he brings us hope | |
| Says the little boy | |
| Heal the universe | |
| With a song of joy | |
| I' m afraid of the very end | |
| No one will flee from our Neverland | |
| How can I reach other river coasts | |
| Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
| Now I' m the king of all orchid dreams | |
| Dreams make us different human beings | |
| Who are you that I' m talking to | |
| Can' t you see that everything is in you | |
| I see how the world is going down | |
| you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
| I see how the world is going down it' s a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
| while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
| writing an anthem for too many gods | |
| Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
| I slipped outside and saw nothing' s like it seems | |
| You better know this we are not alone and just catspaw on a string | |
| And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |
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