歌曲 | My Kindred Soul |
歌手 | Mind's Eye |
专辑 | A Work of Art |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Flores, Grünberger | |
Something in the air today | |
Reminds me of the town, that I was born in | |
I hear some children play outside | |
And I think about the friends | |
I had to leave, in my hometown | |
There were hills not far from my house | |
Where I could sit for hours and think | |
The memories will stay with me | |
And never, ever, never leave me | |
My dreams and goals where born there | |
Decisions that made me, the man I am | |
I realized by early age | |
That wishes don't come true | |
Without the will | |
And a bit of fortune | |
There were hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
It almost feels like yesterday | |
When nothing was for real | |
Only in pretend | |
The innocence you can see in our children's eyes | |
We had it to | |
Somehow it's gone | |
And noone knows why | |
There where hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
Fate will make you choose in two different directions | |
No matter what you do don't look the other way | |
All you need is your hands and heart | |
To make a kindred soul |
zuo qu : Flores, Grü nberger | |
Something in the air today | |
Reminds me of the town, that I was born in | |
I hear some children play outside | |
And I think about the friends | |
I had to leave, in my hometown | |
There were hills not far from my house | |
Where I could sit for hours and think | |
The memories will stay with me | |
And never, ever, never leave me | |
My dreams and goals where born there | |
Decisions that made me, the man I am | |
I realized by early age | |
That wishes don' t come true | |
Without the will | |
And a bit of fortune | |
There were hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
It almost feels like yesterday | |
When nothing was for real | |
Only in pretend | |
The innocence you can see in our children' s eyes | |
We had it to | |
Somehow it' s gone | |
And noone knows why | |
There where hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
Fate will make you choose in two different directions | |
No matter what you do don' t look the other way | |
All you need is your hands and heart | |
To make a kindred soul |
zuò qǔ : Flores, Grü nberger | |
Something in the air today | |
Reminds me of the town, that I was born in | |
I hear some children play outside | |
And I think about the friends | |
I had to leave, in my hometown | |
There were hills not far from my house | |
Where I could sit for hours and think | |
The memories will stay with me | |
And never, ever, never leave me | |
My dreams and goals where born there | |
Decisions that made me, the man I am | |
I realized by early age | |
That wishes don' t come true | |
Without the will | |
And a bit of fortune | |
There were hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
It almost feels like yesterday | |
When nothing was for real | |
Only in pretend | |
The innocence you can see in our children' s eyes | |
We had it to | |
Somehow it' s gone | |
And noone knows why | |
There where hills not far from my house... | |
Looking through these eyes | |
I can see who I am | |
Hoping that the mirror will show someone younger | |
Kiss the past goodbye | |
For my kindred soul | |
Fate will make you choose in two different directions | |
No matter what you do don' t look the other way | |
All you need is your hands and heart | |
To make a kindred soul |