歌曲 | sweet spring |
歌手 | Tin Hat Trio |
专辑 | The Rain Is a Handsome Animal |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
Lovers go and lovers come, | |
Are wandering, are wandering. | |
But any two are perfectly alone, | |
There’s nobody else alive. | |
Such a sky and such a sun, | |
I never knew, and neither did you | |
And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
Always joyful selves are singing. | |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
Lovers go and lovers come, | |
Are wandering, are wandering. | |
But any two are perfectly alone, | |
There' s nobody else alive. | |
Such a sky and such a sun, | |
I never knew, and neither did you | |
And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
Always joyful selves are singing. | |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
Lovers go and lovers come, | |
Are wandering, are wandering. | |
But any two are perfectly alone, | |
There' s nobody else alive. | |
Such a sky and such a sun, | |
I never knew, and neither did you | |
And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
Always joyful selves are singing. | |
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |