歌曲 | Sabrina |
歌手 | Einstürzende Neubauten |
专辑 | Palast der Republik [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bargeld ... | |
It's not the red of the dying sun | |
The morning sheets surprising stain | |
It's not the red of which we bleed | |
The red of cabernet sauvignon | |
A world of ruby all in vain | |
It's not that red | |
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower | |
It doesn't, not at all, come from above | |
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen | |
It's not that gold | |
It's not as golden as memory | |
Or the age of the same name | |
It's not that gold | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish | |
It is as black as malevitch's square | |
The cold furnace in which we stare | |
A high pitch on a future scale | |
It is a starless winternight's tale | |
It suits you well | |
It is that black | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish |
zuo ci : Bargeld ... | |
It' s not the red of the dying sun | |
The morning sheets surprising stain | |
It' s not the red of which we bleed | |
The red of cabernet sauvignon | |
A world of ruby all in vain | |
It' s not that red | |
It' s not as golden as Zeus famous shower | |
It doesn' t, not at all, come from above | |
It' s in the open but it doesn' t get stolen | |
It' s not that gold | |
It' s not as golden as memory | |
Or the age of the same name | |
It' s not that gold | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish | |
It is as black as malevitch' s square | |
The cold furnace in which we stare | |
A high pitch on a future scale | |
It is a starless winternight' s tale | |
It suits you well | |
It is that black | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish |
zuò cí : Bargeld ... | |
It' s not the red of the dying sun | |
The morning sheets surprising stain | |
It' s not the red of which we bleed | |
The red of cabernet sauvignon | |
A world of ruby all in vain | |
It' s not that red | |
It' s not as golden as Zeus famous shower | |
It doesn' t, not at all, come from above | |
It' s in the open but it doesn' t get stolen | |
It' s not that gold | |
It' s not as golden as memory | |
Or the age of the same name | |
It' s not that gold | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish | |
It is as black as malevitch' s square | |
The cold furnace in which we stare | |
A high pitch on a future scale | |
It is a starless winternight' s tale | |
It suits you well | |
It is that black | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
I wish this would be your colour | |
Your colour, I wish |