歌曲 | Hands of Magellano |
歌手 | Revoltons |
专辑 | Night Visions |
作曲 : Corona, Corona, Revoltons | |
He was standing alone on the bridge of his ship | |
Waiting for the wind to help him away | |
The ancient harbor was silent | |
The thunder turned his feelings on and the journey began | |
Seven moons passed away in silence | |
And one night the sea tired of being ripped | |
Began to twist its bowels inside out | |
Fast clouds morphing black | |
Inhaling and exhaling | |
A white and heavy foam | |
From the bottom, from above | |
Water everywhere filling their mouths, eyes, ears, lives | |
The perfect trap for the brave | |
[Chorus:] | |
The hands of Magellano to steer the ship | |
Rumors and visions of forgotten memories | |
Ran free inside his eyes | |
Jumping back into his head to live again | |
In the middle of the night a star was falling down | |
The smiling moon, blade of the sky | |
Was still shining above the flat world | |
Alone, survivor of his thoughts | |
White horizon | |
No ship in sight for him | |
Deep blue cradle for the old man | |
Almost dead and his thoughts | |
Covered in sand on the black beach | |
The old man opened one eye | |
To believe he was still alive | |
Dazed and confused by the slap of the ocean | |
Last minutes of life were fading away | |
>From the eye that once saw the creeping thunder | |
Burning the sky red HIS SOUL breaks out! | |
The hands of Magellano to grab a hold | |
Onto his soul and pull himself up | |
Visions ran free inside his eyes | |
To live again | |
Still standing alone on the bridge of his ship | |
Still waiting for the wind to take him away | |
The fear of the storm creeping in the distance | |
Is still growing strong inside his eye | |
The ancient harbor is silent | |
The thunder turns his feelings on | |
And the journey begins | |
[Chorus] |
zuò qǔ : Corona, Corona, Revoltons | |
He was standing alone on the bridge of his ship | |
Waiting for the wind to help him away | |
The ancient harbor was silent | |
The thunder turned his feelings on and the journey began | |
Seven moons passed away in silence | |
And one night the sea tired of being ripped | |
Began to twist its bowels inside out | |
Fast clouds morphing black | |
Inhaling and exhaling | |
A white and heavy foam | |
From the bottom, from above | |
Water everywhere filling their mouths, eyes, ears, lives | |
The perfect trap for the brave | |
Chorus: | |
The hands of Magellano to steer the ship | |
Rumors and visions of forgotten memories | |
Ran free inside his eyes | |
Jumping back into his head to live again | |
In the middle of the night a star was falling down | |
The smiling moon, blade of the sky | |
Was still shining above the flat world | |
Alone, survivor of his thoughts | |
White horizon | |
No ship in sight for him | |
Deep blue cradle for the old man | |
Almost dead and his thoughts | |
Covered in sand on the black beach | |
The old man opened one eye | |
To believe he was still alive | |
Dazed and confused by the slap of the ocean | |
Last minutes of life were fading away | |
From the eye that once saw the creeping thunder | |
Burning the sky red HIS SOUL breaks out! | |
The hands of Magellano to grab a hold | |
Onto his soul and pull himself up | |
Visions ran free inside his eyes | |
To live again | |
Still standing alone on the bridge of his ship | |
Still waiting for the wind to take him away | |
The fear of the storm creeping in the distance | |
Is still growing strong inside his eye | |
The ancient harbor is silent | |
The thunder turns his feelings on | |
And the journey begins | |
Chorus |