| 作曲 : Giovagnoli, Orlando, Orlando ... | |
| I can't say where you are | |
| Can't see where you are | |
| Can't stay in the Sun | |
| And I wonder, why am I even here right now | |
| Attending this slow parade | |
| Of massive figures and clouds | |
| And I'm going to kill you | |
| For you have slain my child | |
| Enchained me in this maze | |
| Of your eyes and your bluest lights | |
| Leftovers of my mind | |
| To witness what once was | |
| Ice in endless coloumns, alive | |
| I can't see where you are | |
| Can't say where you are | |
| Can't stay in the sunlight | |
| In a sentimental requiem held until today | |
| A last sparkle of renascence leading me the way | |
| Blind, I'm facing the Sun | |
| Drag my bones onward | |
| Yet nobody's son | |
| Yet another last beauticracy of yours, again | |
| And in sapphire coldest rays | |
| There's rescue under the rain | |
| A chance to prey, | |
| The horror is through the air | |
| Much too dark here | |
| Pull back the curtains and let the Sun in |
| zuo qu : Giovagnoli, Orlando, Orlando ... | |
| I can' t say where you are | |
| Can' t see where you are | |
| Can' t stay in the Sun | |
| And I wonder, why am I even here right now | |
| Attending this slow parade | |
| Of massive figures and clouds | |
| And I' m going to kill you | |
| For you have slain my child | |
| Enchained me in this maze | |
| Of your eyes and your bluest lights | |
| Leftovers of my mind | |
| To witness what once was | |
| Ice in endless coloumns, alive | |
| I can' t see where you are | |
| Can' t say where you are | |
| Can' t stay in the sunlight | |
| In a sentimental requiem held until today | |
| A last sparkle of renascence leading me the way | |
| Blind, I' m facing the Sun | |
| Drag my bones onward | |
| Yet nobody' s son | |
| Yet another last beauticracy of yours, again | |
| And in sapphire coldest rays | |
| There' s rescue under the rain | |
| A chance to prey, | |
| The horror is through the air | |
| Much too dark here | |
| Pull back the curtains and let the Sun in |
| zuò qǔ : Giovagnoli, Orlando, Orlando ... | |
| I can' t say where you are | |
| Can' t see where you are | |
| Can' t stay in the Sun | |
| And I wonder, why am I even here right now | |
| Attending this slow parade | |
| Of massive figures and clouds | |
| And I' m going to kill you | |
| For you have slain my child | |
| Enchained me in this maze | |
| Of your eyes and your bluest lights | |
| Leftovers of my mind | |
| To witness what once was | |
| Ice in endless coloumns, alive | |
| I can' t see where you are | |
| Can' t say where you are | |
| Can' t stay in the sunlight | |
| In a sentimental requiem held until today | |
| A last sparkle of renascence leading me the way | |
| Blind, I' m facing the Sun | |
| Drag my bones onward | |
| Yet nobody' s son | |
| Yet another last beauticracy of yours, again | |
| And in sapphire coldest rays | |
| There' s rescue under the rain | |
| A chance to prey, | |
| The horror is through the air | |
| Much too dark here | |
| Pull back the curtains and let the Sun in |
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